I have to laugh, Colleen. Here in the US, people call them "Canadian geese". A friend corrected me saying that by saying, "They are not Canadians, they are FROM Canada, thus Canada geese." I've said it that way ever since, and people look at me weird! One time, a hunter gave my husband 2 ducks and a goose after hunting. My husband at the time and his cousin had been drinking all day, while I prepared the ducks. I was told they are always very dry, so I wrapped them with bacon as they cooked. They were anything but dry, but while I was preparing them, I could not help but think they stunk to high heaven, smelled like a black mud pond. I didn't say anything to anyone, put them on the table, and everyone, including my then 2 small children, tried it. The cousin's girlfriend was vegetarian, she didn't try it, my kids and I tried it, but said we didn't care for it (thank goodness I also made mashed potatoes and gravy!!!), and so the 2 drunk men each ate a duck. I thought the meat tasted like black mud pond water, too. The next day, I asked my husband if he really liked the ducks. His response was something like "hell no, but I couldn't let Jason think so!" Jason, evidently, had the same thought. We threw the goose out to the fox and coyotes, and I'm certain they enjoyed it. I was afraid if it was shot on the same pond, it also would have been awful, didn't want to waste another day preparing a meal just to throw it out. Wish now I had cooked it! Have no idea what the ducks were. They each had one wing in place, I guess so game wardens would know what kind of duck, make sure they were legal to have in your freezer. Usually I like wild game, too.