Taking b y d e r e k The heady scents of fresh-cut field corn and cow manure competed to keep my sense of smell occupied while awaiting the arrival of geese. Scouting revealed this small flock of Canadas should arrive in the pasture around 7 a.m. Patience wavered as I perched on my camo bucket amid corn stalks. A distant, but distinctive, honk broke the silence. Cresting the hill in front of me, just below the rising sun, a group of eight geese flapped steadily toward my setup. Seeing the dozen goose silhouette decoys on the ground in the short pasture grass, the real geese set their wings and glided in. s t o n e r Two hundred yards. One hundred yards. At 50 yards, my grip on the pump shotgun tightened. Clucks erupted as the geese set down their landing gear and dropped into the open space between the decoys. Picking a bird on the right edge first, my first shot dropped the big gander, then two more shots dropped a goose each. The remaining five geese hastily flew back in the direction from which they'd come. The only thing missing from this successful September goose hunt was a partner or two to share in the experience and help bag the geese that got away. My friends had decided to sleep in, and missed Simple September Str