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| Untitled by © baldy_4 When I was young this time of year was the best because we would (the men and boys) get to bed early and rise early. When I was young it seemed like 3:00 am. But it was really about five am. We then would proceed to gorge ourselves on toast and coffee. Cocoa for us boys. Shortly before dawn we would go out in to the cornfield and do the oddest of things. We would lay down with our shotguns and WAIT. I know dumb huh. But in a little while you would get used to the night and the sounds . and you could hear them if you were real quiet. Whispers of the most tasty christmas day bird in all the land. Yummy I remember. Well as the dawn began to lighten we soon could see them and the older boys and the fathers would start calling for all they were worth.It was a thunderous noise and I would sleep through most of it. I remember this particular year when I had turned thirteen that previous summer. I was just about asleep after entering the field and listening to that godawful noise for what seemed like ages. I was awaken with a rush as a canadian goose tried to land on me so he could feed on the corn. I was a sight to see fighting off the goose and trying to gather my gun at the same time. While all around me was the noise and the feathers and the corn. Well I got my goose after what seemed a life time of rolling around out in that field. What memories we have and the tales they tell. Well off to find a cornfield. ha ha. Oh BTW I had to rise early christmas morn and help roast the goose too. In humble recognition Baldy |