Our younger whacked his first Canadian as it started to come over our blind at about 60 feet up and 50 feet out. He shot and hit the goose he was aiming at, out a flock of several hundred. My older son and I heard the shotgun pellets hit the goose. We both got down as low as we could and didn't look up. We knew what was coming.
Our younger son was standing up and shouting, "I got him, Dad!"
About that time he had to dodge a falling dead goose, and the scared survivors's carpet bombing hit him several times. He was so stunned and messy looking. Of course his bro and I went into convulsions of laughter looking at him (great fatherly and sibling support as usual). The geese circled two more times, and none of us could get another shot off, The younger son was in shock, and we had tears in our eyes looking and laughing at him.