Hunter wacked by goose

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Well another goose hunter got hit by an incoming goose, cracked the bridge of his nose and a black eye. This is the second one for our area, back some time ago a guy shot a honker then turned to swing on some other birds. Got hit in the side, cracked some ribs and a lot of ribbing at coffee for some time. Goose hunting is not for the faint hearted.
 
Incoming!!!

I've been whacked, been brushed, had them land in the boat, glance off the gun barrel and even caught one that fell into my hand.

The best was when I was hunting with my best friend on PEI and a trio of black ducks came winging in. The blind was on a dyke with fresh water on one side and salt on the other so we could get good shots at birds coming and going and still have them land in the water (no dog).

The black ducks came straight at us and I folded the second bird and then spun 180 degrees to take the lead one as he was zipping overhead. I could see my bud shoot the trailing bird as I spun just as I was about to shoot I felt an awful impact to the back of my head in the same instant of a shotgun blast. My gun flew out of my hands into the marsh as I dropped to floor of the blind -- my hands instinctively reaching for my head and coming away bloody.

"YOU SHOT ME!! YOU ####ING SHOT ME IN THE HEAD!!!" I screamed.

There was stunned silence from my confused and frightened partner for a few seconds and then I heard the rustling on the floor of the blind --- soon followed by my bud's laughter. The damned duck he had shot had fallen and hit me square on the back of the head at the same instant he had fired at # 3 and that I was about to slap the trigger on the same bird.

Once he had shot the second bird he and I took our eyes off of it and concentrated on the third. We never saw the duck he shot come down and take me out.
 
I've been whacked, been brushed, had them land in the boat, glance off the gun barrel and even caught one that fell into my hand.

The best was when I was hunting with my best friend on PEI and a trio of black ducks came winging in. The blind was on a dyke with fresh water on one side and salt on the other so we could get good shots at birds coming and going and still have them land in the water (no dog).

The black ducks came straight at us and I folded the second bird and then spun 180 degrees to take the lead one as he was zipping overhead. I could see my bud shoot the trailing bird as I spun just as I was about to shoot I felt an awful impact to the back of my head in the same instant of a shotgun blast. My gun flew out of my hands into the marsh as I dropped to floor of the blind -- my hands instinctively reaching for my head and coming away bloody.

"YOU SHOT ME!! YOU f**kING SHOT ME IN THE HEAD!!!" I screamed.

There was stunned silence from my confused and frightened partner for a few seconds and then I heard the rustling on the floor of the blind --- soon followed by my bud's laughter. The damned duck he had shot had fallen and hit me square on the back of the head at the same instant he had fired at # 3 and that I was about to slap the trigger on the same bird.

Once he had shot the second bird he and I took our eyes off of it and concentrated on the third. We never saw the duck he shot come down and take me out.

That, sir, is hilarious.
 
Always good for a chuckle in the blind, and glad no really serious injury resulted.

I too have "taken a partner out", once with a drake Bluebill and once with
a big #### Pheasant ... as well as knocking a 75 pound Lab off the seat of
a canoe with a Black duck. No injuries and lots of good stories.
 
Always good for a chuckle in the blind, and glad no really serious injury resulted.

I too have "taken a partner out", once with a drake Bluebill and once with
a big #### Pheasant ... as well as knocking a 75 pound Lab off the seat of
a canoe with a Black duck. No injuries and lots of good stories.

Imagine what a loser the dog felt like... :)
 
I shot a speck in a pea field in Central Saskatchewan,saw it was dead and switched to another bird.When I looked up the first one was at my hat brim,it landed square on the top of my foot(in running shoes),and tore a couple of tendons.No big deal except I got married the next day,my foot was the size of a ham and I couldn't get a shoe or a sock on it.It felt like the first dance lasted 3 days,and it took several bottles of good Canadian rye to kill the pain.My foot took over a year to heal.The day before I ran into a Yank hunting snows,he had taken one square in face,broke his nose and cheekbone. Mur
 
Kummakazi feathers...........hardeehar.
Great stories.
Getting ribbed when getting broken ribs.......yeeowch.
This makes me recall a story of old Pa shooting at some chukars
around the Spences Bridge/Ashcroft area.
One dang chukar flying down dad shot landed in an open box car.
He took quite some ribbing for a long time after that.
 
Kummakazi feathers...........hardeehar.
Great stories.
Getting ribbed when getting broken ribs.......yeeowch.
This makes me recall a story of old Pa shooting at some chukars
around the Spences Bridge/Ashcroft area.
One dang chukar flying down dad shot landed in an open box car.
He took quite some ribbing for a long time after that.
I've had a number land in the Thompson,I didn't send my dog in after them!:D Mur
 
I once nailed an incoming mallard that appeared to be folded clean. It came at me crumpled up and before I could move out of harms way it landed square in the middle of my chest laying me flat out on the river bank I had been sitting on. After I finally caught my wind and sat back up I looked at my feet thinking to pick the bird up and it was gone! Then I see it scurrying down the bank headed for the water. As soon as it slipped into the river I nailed it again! Darned thing almost got away after smoking me! LOL!

Another time I nailed a honker and it came down, hit hard in the field next to my buddie's DSD Full Body Decoy, bounced up knocking the decoy off it's stake and coming down impaling itself on the decoy stake.......:eek: Here is a picture of my buddy taking a picture of the bird impaled on his decoy stake....I don't know how many of you hunt over DSD decoys but at $300 U.S for 4 decoys I was sweating buckets my bird didn't ruin his decoy!!ovrec

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I posted this on another forum two winters ago:

"I'm back to shooting nuisance geese on the golf course again this year and ended up sitting in the wet tall grass alone watching empty skies for over an hour last night.
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In the last five minutes of legal light I hear "honk honk honk" and see a flock coming in from the ocean. Initially they were headed off to my right, but they changed course to go straight over my head (with no decoys, calls or blinds allowed, guessing the X is all important)! I was kneeling and brought the gun up, picked a center/lead flyer, swung and pulled the trigger. Perfect shot and it starts to fall, I immediately start tracking the one beside it which goes over my left shoulder (missed that shot at the awkward straight up angle) and as I pivot, I take it down with shot #3!! As I'm thinking DOUBLE all of sudden I'm rolling in the grass and completely confused/dazed. With my mind on the goose mission I jump up and head towards the second one I shot out on the fairway. Twice I stumbled to my knees as I'm going to get it and at this point I'm completely confused as to why I can't walk or see properly and why my head is pounding and all I can hear is buzzing. I picked it up and turned around to go back and find my first bird and its five feet to the right of where I was kneeling and totally dead. Only then did I realize that it's dead carcass had smashed into the side of my head as I was pulling the trigger for the third time, knocking me flying on my face!
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At that point I was feeling pretty off and knew I didn't have my @#$% together so I did a mental recheck of my gun (hot and empty), birds (two) and contents of my pockets (licence, spare shells, hat and light) then started heading back to the truck in case I passed out after the initial adrenaline rush.
After the walk across the golf course I was still a bit wobbly putting the birds in the truck so sat there for a few minutes before I tried driving home. Even today my one eye is bloodshot and sore, I have a pounding headache, am dense as hell and I have a swollen lip.
Who says goose hunting is for sissies??
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Four days later I still had a headache and the emerg doctor helpfully diagnosed me with a concussion and sent me home..... :bangHead:
 
Imagine what a loser the dog felt like... :)

Nah, he took it all in stride. Calmly picked up the bird in the bottom of the canoe (shortest retrieve ever), delivered it to hand... then calmly waited for a command to retrieve the one he was marking (partner's shot) when I shot the Black. Nailed it too. :)
 
Last year I shot a mallard hen that landed in my decoy bag about a foot from me. That was the closest so far.

The funniest was also last year. Folded a Canada goose that landed and got stuck 30 feet up in a tree. It took over an hour to get it out. It would have quicker to cut down the tree...lol
 
I've seen a few dogs get beat up by birds, they all got smarter because of it. I wonder if the hunter will have the same effect.
 
We hunt in layout blinds and it's always good fun to see someone trying to get out of a blind when a dead bird is coming in. Unless it's me trying to get my fat a$$ out of the blind.
 
On a point in the mist...heard them....awesome....Wood Ducks coming in straight on....shot the first one....taking a bead on the trailer when the first one lobbed in and smacked my gun!
 
We were just putting the guns in cases in the field when I heard some Canada's coming . So I dropped a shell in the gun just as they came over the trees. I swung on one and hit it hard like dead in the air , folded up. My buddy stepped from behind the cab of the truck and said "what the f---k was that " and wham he got the bird square in the cest. All I heard was the rush of air as the bird came down and thud. The tough old bugger was in his 60s and tough as nails. Winded he got up eventually and we laughed about that for years. RIP Lee Morden my friend.
 
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