That thing was vicious! I hit it with a stick and it kept coming at me with those giant dinosaur claws! I feared for the life of my fairly new non leaking waders. If I had been carrying today, I'd of shot it and it would be laid out on my work bench, and I'd be harvesting the hackle feathers. The stick just pissed it off more I think. I've never been so viciously attacked by poultry, and there was this one time when I was a kid that involved a goose at leaburg, that traumatized me for life. His girlfriend got flattened. It's not my fault. She was stupid. didn't look both ways. Won't make that mistake again.