If it wasn't for the broken leg I would not be goose hunting this time of year but I managed to drive out on a large mowed area close to a golf course in hopes of fooling a pest goose into decoys. I didn't think Zeppelin would have another hunt before we put him down but this opportunity came up. I had to lift him in and out of the layout blind but once in he was happy to snuggle with me. A lone honker fell for the oldest trick in the books. I lifted the old guy out and he was happy to do a stiff legged retrieve for me. It's a good day for us both.