The only better one I have involved one of Keith's classmates- Don P. Both were a year behind me in school.
Several years after Don graduated from HS, he was home visiting. His folks were off somewhere when a big flock of snow geese landed in a stubble field well beyond shotgun range of any cover.
Don found his .222 and a couple shells and crawled the fence line to as close as he could get. Knowing he would only get one shot, he picked out the biggest clump of white, figuring on getting 2 or more. and touched 'er off.
Never touched a feather.
Killed his old man's white pig dead.
