The Ross is pretty well considered a separate goose, though they're related to the Snow Goose obviously. I killed a pair of those out of a huge flock that came over me down in Mississippi. My buddy wanted to surprise me so he didn't tell me that nearly every white goose in that are was a Ross. We'd tried to get a shot on white geese the whole time I was down there but were only getting specklebellies. That was fine with me as I'd never killed one of those either.
Finally he put me on a pond levee next to a field full of them and before he could get driven away nearly the whole field got up and came over me but real high. I poured fire into them as quick as I could, even managing to reload once. When the smoke cleared I had a pair flopping, one was close to the shore of the pond so I waded in to get it. I nearly passed out from excitement when I saw it was a Ross! It was only then that he told me nearly everything down there was, but that he didn't want to make me nervous when he finally got me a shot. Hah!
DLH
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