You know that God intended for geese to be eaten when there is a pile of dead geese in front of the good Henley, and right in back of her is a group of geese lolly-gagging around without a clue.
Those who would take offense at killing a few geese have never been in a Louisiana rice field as the sun comes up, watching a thousand geese coming in for breakfast. Awesome. Makes me miss those days
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My hunter/gatherer son is hooked on duck hunting. We don't have huge populations like that in Connecticut.