I once dated a little princess that lived on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. The geese would fly over her daddy’s house for weeks and weeks. I saw a field that had been planted to attract them, and it was an amazing sight. Everywhere there was a place a goose could be, there was a goose there. Millions all packed in tight to one another. The sound was insane. The snow geese would have been easy enough, tree top level, but her family didn’t want me shooting any of them. It was the first time I felt that I could get a bird with my bow.