Shot 3 geese with 2 shots one time. Driving back home from a public hunting area one morning, and seen a friends pick up next to a barn, on some private land he had permission to hunt. He had told me, if I seen his truck there, come on out and join him. As soon as I parked and got behind the barn, loaded my 10ga. and started about a 200yd belly crawl through the cut corn field, to where I knew he was sitting in a fence row. When I got to about 75 yds of him, a flock of Canadian geese got up, that had been feeding on the other side of the field. The geese split the difference between us, and when they were overhead, I raised up to my knee's and cut loose with my Ithaca. To this day, I thought I heard him shoot. And 1 goose started to drop, I thought I missed with my first shot, fired again, didn't see one fold up, so shot my 3rd round. And 2 of them fell. I figured that I had hit one, and Joe had got one. Come to find out, Joe had his boss with him, a fellow by the name of Loyld. Both of them were laughing so much, watching me belly crawl over 150yds threw a muddy,snowy cut corn field, neither one of them got a shot off! He swears up and down, I got one with my first shot, missed with my second, and hit 2 with my last shot. To this day, almost thirty years later, whenever I talk to Joe, who's now in his '80's, he always asks me, crawl thru any corn fields lately? gypsyman