I hate geese. When they're not fouling the waters and shores with bacteria-laden fecal material, they're acting like freakin' terrorists and going after airliners.
They missed this time. A cool-under-pressure pilot saved the day, conferring on us a belated Christmas miracle. I'm still getting my revenge, though. Next Thanksgiving's table is gonna be groaning under the weight of roasted honkers with all the trimmings.
C'mon Camden the Wonder Dog! Let's go a-hunting! OK, you hunt. I'll supervise.
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