Hunter's Poetry...

parson
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Hunter's Poetry... Nov 14, 2008 11:26:46 GMT -5

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Post by parson on Nov 14, 2008 11:26:46 GMT -5

"Twas the night before season and all through the towns
Reloaders frantically cranking out rounds
Primers and powder and cases galore
With charts of ballistics thumb tacked to the door

Here's the beginning folks. Now, let's everyone wax poetic and turn out a classic!!

Come on, and add a stanza or 2 or 3.
parson

Greenedog Major Contributor Greene Sheds Posts: 482	Hunter's Poetry... Nov 14, 2008 12:46:40 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Greenedog on Nov 14, 2008 12:46:40 GMT -5 The gear was laid out, the stands were all hung My thoughts were of a big buck, shot through double lung My deer camp buddies, asleep in their cots Dreaming of drop-tines and broadside shots ;D ;D

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Hunter's Poetry... Nov 14, 2008 16:28:54 GMT -5

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Post by Old Ironsights on Nov 14, 2008 16:28:54 GMT -5

When out past the trees there arose such a clatter,
I dashed to my stand to see what was the matter.
Away to the woodlot I flew like a flash,
climbed up the tree, and scanned with my glass.

Dawn on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a Colossal Battle between two huge Buck deer. ...

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Post by parson on Nov 14, 2008 11:26:46 GMT -5

Post by Greenedog on Nov 14, 2008 12:46:40 GMT -5

Post by Old Ironsights on Nov 14, 2008 16:28:54 GMT -5