That thing sure looks qualified to claim the title. where I live I have no chance of ever encountering one of these things and that's fine with me. We do how ever have a couple that might lay claim to the title on a local basis.
I was once chased by an extremely angry peacock. Don't know what got him riled up but he was intent on making sure I didn't ever do it again. He was very fast and very agile. He zigged when I zigged and he zagged when I zagged. He finally, and just in time, broke off the chase and I was allowed to go on my merry way unmolested.
But the worst was a total surprise to me. It was just a plain old ordinary goose. I was in Bay Area Park in Clear Lake on Armand Bayou. Near the Waters edge there are some large pampas grass bushes about 20 yards apart. I inadvertently ventured a little too close to one and without warning this large and UGLY goose came out barking and honking and flailing his wings and he was headed directly at me on a dead run. I didn't have time to think. I just started running. The goose was not quite as fast or as agile as that peacock had been but he was staying with me pretty much.
I finally decided to stand my ground. After all, I don't have to take this kind of treatment from a dern goose, right? He flew up and if I hadn't ducked he have hit me right in the face.
Running now seemed like a better option that standing my ground. The chase continued. After a little while I realized I wasn't going to get away from this thing. People were laughing and having a lot of fun with it. Not me though. What am I going to do?
I finally ran into the men's restroom. I ran to the back wall and turned around and pulled my Glock 36, compact .45acp. I really didn't want to hurt the goose it was just doing what a goose is supposed to do but I wasn't about to let it attack me. I got myself set and made the commitment, if that thing appears in the doorway I'm going to shoot him. I won't like to do it but I will do it if forced.
It did pull up and stop in the doorway. I got ready but he just stood there. After a moment he took off. I waited but he didn't come back. I holstered the .45 and threw some cold water in my face. Collected my composure and walked out of the bathroom...to applause and Cheers from the crowd that had been following the adventure.
Miss Pam was sitting on a bench near by a smiling at me with a look I hadn't seen before...or since. Not sure what it meant but probably something between admiration (for making good my escape) and humorous disbelief (that only I could get myself in a scrape with a goose).
We left the park before anything else happened and I haven't been back. If I ever DO go back I'll be sure I'm well armed, believe it.
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