Yup.
Nasty critters.
My gander would attack me every time I collected the eggs one of the girls was brooding pointlessly.
I found it [painfully] funny because I knew him but I can easily imagine someone not raised on a farm freaking out.
They ‘karate chop’ you with the leading edge of their wings.
Works pretty good, really,
;]
The first time my late wife encountered one she freaked. The goose left the farm family and me alone but went after her, beating her with its wings and hitting with its beak.
She only picked up a few bruises and the attack lasted less than a minute but the sight of her running around the yard screaming brought some laughs.