Canada Geese had mobbed the 14th green this crisp November morning, so we set out on a goose hunt right after breakfast, just to see how close we could get. Not very. Wild ones have mixed with our tame locals, it seems, and now they're all a bit skittish.
Ordinarily, it takes a fist with a nine iron in it to get one to skedaddle. Maybe being shot at a few times has something to do with it. Anyway, upon our approach, in a thrilling cacaphony of squawks and honks, they goosed it en masse to the stubble field across the road.
Emily wanted to continue the chase, but grandpa had had enough.
