A whispered prayer to bring geese out of the west? It seemed presumptuous somehow, but not entirely out of place on a hunt two days before Christmas.
That day the mercury registered minus-1 degrees Fahrenheit and there was 18 inches of snow on the ground in Sisters, Oregon.
First I stuck my Toyota in Sykes’s driveway. Then Sykes buried his Dodge to the hubs while we were setting the decoys. We needed some intervention, divine or not quite so. Sykes’s father-in-law, Keith Cyrus, had to rescue us with the backhoe. Still, no geese showed against the leaden sky.
