My father was 12 years old when he was first caught by his relatives. In two cars they drove into the forest near the village. Everyone went into the woods, and the father was left to guard the cars.

For four hours or more, relatives and friends were looking for cockroaches, but the hunt failed. As they grew up, a picture awaited them, a father standing and throwing a stick into a goose lying on the ground. The question is, “Where is the goose from? “History was told.

My father was walking around the cars, and he saw a goose approaching on the road. There’s nothing better than throwing a stick in him so he doesn’t get close. He said that the goose broke his neck. So my father was the only one that came home with the prey that day.