My grandmother grew up on a small farm and there was one goose who used to chase her around when she was little. Until one day she turned around, wacked it good and hard. It avoid her from then on. I wouldn’t hesitate to do the same damned thing.
Low kick that motherbitch.
Wring it’s neck and cook it. Goose is really yummy.
I hear it can be kinda greasy, though.
Yeah, I’d be more worried about being buffeted by a wing than being beaked.
Generally, moving away non-threateningly will get them to back down, unless you’re in a Stephen King novel.
Some great responses, I really appreciate it 
I had a few run-ins with geese as a kid. I grew up next to a local lake. It wasn’t huge, but big enough to build a dam through. We had a decent population of ducks and geese, and I was chased on more than one occasion by the alpha-goose. I called him Papa Goose. He was a big gray jerk who liked to chase little kids walking to the playground and hiss at them, heh. Pretty slow, but still mean. Kept us on our toes! At least he was easy to outrun…
Carry a prominently displayed bag of stuffing.
Or just give in and buy the Afflac policy.
Yes, like duck, but not quite as greasy as duck.
Kick it, good and hard. Let’s see who’s at the top of the food chain.
Seriously, my neighborhood is full of those darn things, and I hate them. They’re loud, they’re aggressive, they tie up traffic, and they crap everywhere.
Actually, I am usually walking with the dog, and I suspect 75 lbs. of German Shepherd would represent a impediment to goose attack, but otherwise we go for the field goal on goosie ass.
Regards,
Shodan
We have a pair of geese on our pond. When my gf travels for work, it is my responsibility to care for them. When the male charges me, I stand my ground and allow him to approach. timing things just right, I grab his neck just below his head with my left hand. I then swoop my right hand/arm under him and scoop/throw him into the pond.
You would thing he’d learn or adapt, but we do this dance each time. HTH.
ETA: damn bird has never attacked my gf, just me.
I voted to kick it, which is probably what I would do. A large, agressive animal deserves no padded gloves. (A really large and aggressive animal might deserve a pair of heels, on the other hand.)
I wouldn’t go so far as to injure the animal, which I don’t believe a kick would do - I’m not talking about a 45-yard field goal attempt type of kick in steeltoed boots. Just a firm boot around the sternum to let it know who’s boss. I’d expect to lift it off its feet and get it to open both wings, flapping and squawking, and move it back a foot or two. Geese like this are usually quite large or they wouldn’t have the temerity to run up to a person aggressively (that, or they’ve never been taught respect).
First of all I’d look down/around me though. I’d feel like a real heel if after kicking an aggressive goose around a few times, I discovered I’d walked into its nest and crushed or almost crushed some eggs or goslings. 
My favorite work email I’ve ever received was due to geese nesting in the parking lot. It informed us it was illegal to harm the geese or their eggs due to the Migratory Bird Treaty Act (likely why the nest can’t be moved). I don’t know what the exceptions of the treaty are, but you might be legally obligated to let the thing bite you. Anyway, the advice from that email was:
I’ve never practiced, but I can’t imagine running exactly sideways while keeping my body directly facing a goose flying at my head.
I did nothing to provoke the attack? Then the goose is dinner. Spray water in its face to distract it, then wring its neck.
A long time ago I was vegetarian and got threatened by a dog. I was carrying a pretty stout walking stick, and I decided then that I’d treat animals with humane kindness as long as they respected their presence in the human world. If an animal insists on treating me as if I’m a wild animal, I will respond as a wild animal. No harm no fowl, but if you want to bite me, you can expect to get kicked.
That’s because your girlfriend doesn’t give him a Catapult Ride every time he runs up. When you throw him, he’s shouting, “WEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
This. I would not start the fight, but I would kick him just as hard as I could and end it. It’s natural selection, the successful goose is one that doesn’t charge the monkeys that have shoes on their feet.
That, and they have an 18 year relationship.
Yeah, cos you keep throwing him in the pond ya bastard!
Last time I was menaced by a swan it was because I’d had the temerity to try to take its picture. I recognised that I’d invaded its personal space and did the confident backing away thing. It worked.
The most horrible geese I ever met were at a wildlife park. Only about half a metre high with necks extended, they were free range and spent their time bullying people for food. I was nice to them at first and for my pains got followed about by the horrible hissing, honking, nipping pair. I finally lost them at the cafe, when they spotted a family with little kids. There the strategy was to threaten to make the kids cry unless the parents gave them food, lots of food. Even cute, pretty geese can be nasty nasty birds.
If you decide to throw your bottle of water at it, turn to page 36.
If you decide to kick it, turn to page 53.
If you take off your shoe and throw it, turn to page 104.
If you do nothing and let it bite you, turn to page 12.
Goose Your Own Adventure!