I am referring to 50 years ago. All I remember is every where we went to pick strawberries had white geese in the patch. The oldtimers told the story why. They would eat all the grass, but not the berries or plants. East Tenn. should have a small cafe where all the old men gather every morning to make all the rules for the world. Every small town in NC has one.
Just ask some of the old farmers over 60 and I'm sure a half dozen of them will give you a full rundown.