O.K. , here's the skinny, My Mom-in-Law had (operative word here) a pet goose , name of Mr. Wonkers. She had the aforementioned Mr.Wonkers for nigh on eight years, that is, until last week. Seems that a pack of Yoddles moved into the area and Mr. Wonkers came up MIA. I was up to the In-laws (who incidentelly live in the boondocks) last night. They have a logging trail out behind thier house, so I decided to take my pup for a walk. That's when I made the grim discovery. Feathers. Feathers everywhere. Feathers that matched the missing Mr. Wonkers. Not Good. The fate of poor Mr. Wonkers has been resolved. It's time to bust some dogs, REDNECK style! Now I figure this is a fairly large pack, I heard them when I was on my walk, sounded like at least 6, maybe more. I dusted of the Johnny Stewart game caller. I've purchased some number 4's, 12 gauge, 3 1/2 inch Magnums. I've oiled down the trusty Browning BPS. Now I must wait, DAMNIT! Yotes don't open up for another month here! GRRRRRRR! They must die for thier transgression! Mr. Wonkers must be AVENGED! I am the Man to do it! In the meantime, myself, Mrs. Redneck, and her Brother and his Girlfriend are buying Mom-in-Law 2 little gosslings, to be kept in a pen for now. I will keep you posted, and will hopefully have some photos to post!;f LONG LIVE THE MEMORY OF MR. WONKERS!!