My Grandfather had a prized gander, when we were kids (50s). That SOB was as mean as mean got and had bitten all of us kids many times. We were heading through that particular pen one ,morning and the gander ran up behind my father and grabbed his. My dad grabbed the gander around the neck, gave it a quick pop and let the dead gander fall to the ground. He told my shocked Grandfather that SOB had bitten us for the last time. We had goose dinner that afternoon.