Been there done that, but mine was a goose that wandered quietly
accross my line while swimming by... My Wally Marshall pole was ski'ing
accross the lake at break neck speed powered by an airborn goose.
I just kept on re-tying the jig onto my other pole, while all of the old men
around me on the bank just sort of ducked (sic!) and tried not to laugh.
And don't ask about the goose (two weeks later) that was nesting between
two little trees, and as I walked by launched a sneak attack groin high.
Later a dad shushed his kid as they walked by me... I heard the kid ask,
"Dad, why did that man scream like a girl?"
Needless to say, "I don't like geese!"
Gloves up!
Rick.