It’s not feasible for most of us to travel that far, anyway…here’s what needs to happen: we get 2 outhouses, push them together and cut openings in each of them at eye height when sitting on the throne…each opening is an inch by eight inches, about the size of a butterfinger…you can see into the other outhouse, but just the eyes of the other guy…this structure will be on the hi-line in Montana …we’ll nominate goose to be the pheasant pope, but we’ll need an official from the Vatican to come to Montana, and do the whole white smoke/black smoke affair…from the outhouse deal. Once our man is the frock of the cock, any hunter who violates has to travel to Malta or wherever this thing sits and confess…our Pope will prescribe appropriate penance, like downing a 6 pack of PBR then egging a Gucci lodge at sunrise, then dumping mud on the front step, and igniting it by lighting the tail feathers of the young rooster that were inserted in the pile like candles in a birthday cake. The outhouse confessional could be portable, to bring goose’s scripture to the people…and used as an icehouse come freeze up, killing two birds with one stone…Father Goose, we are not worthy! We’re all sinners, hopefully eternal redemption can be had!