gooses on the move this morning

I remember many a cold frosty Saturday morning surrounding the 20 acre pond with around 8 guys and waiting for the geese to take off into the wind .

Once we started shooting the geese would go every way so everyone would get off a shot or 2 it was fast and furious for about 5 minutes.

After that 3 of us die hard's would go over to the pit blind and set out the decoy's till about 2:00 pm and have a blast.

I only tried to pluck a couple of geese once after that mess it was just breast them out.
Like duck's geese are much better cooked to medium rare so not to dry out the meat or cooked in a crock pot low and slow.
 
One of the first nursery rhymes mom taught me:

"Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs,"

I asked what it meant and she said: "say your prayers."

Kinda eye opening for a three year old.

I liked that one a lot as a kid, and have always remembered it.

I think it's the incongruity of the silly, lighthearted opening eliding into sudden violence that I found appealing. I think also, for little kids, the perennial juniors on the totem pole, the idea of someone grabbing an old man, the perennial seniors, by the leg and hurling him down the stairs has a certain, well, thrill of satisfaction, too.

Then there's Jack Sprat, setting an example for us all of the teamwork, one half complimenting the other, that makes for a successful marriage...;)

Mother Goose is great!
 
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