Deer Season

[Jen]

Our deer season is over for this year. We scored 2 bucks out of 5 hunters this year. Hubby was one, he always gets his deer. I had a poetic moment this season ~

The Season

It’s the planning and packing
And examining maps, with need
Of cleaning and sighting
Of the crosshairs and bead

The jerry cans of fuel and fifty gallons of water
Remember to put air in that low tire
Anticipating the stories and jokes by the fire

Hitching up the campers
Take a doze in the truck bed
All rigs know where to go
That would be west

Opening day spirits run high
Waiting for ole sol to warm up the sky
Hot mugs of coffee while the trucks wake up
Grab your rifle, load up, sit down, and shut up

The hunt rumbles on, keep your eyes out the window
Spotting that four point could be the crescendo
Most important of all, when you throw up your guns
Be certain that deer is packing plums

Before you know it, the season concludes
And every September we will do it again
Making sure the memories ensue
Even if it means deer tag stew

[neillsayers]

I like that, especially the "deer tag" stew.

[Jen]

Thanks Neil, we have a nephew that has taken up hunting with us for the last five years. He's 39 years old now, and has quite the tremor in his right hand, so it's difficult for him to get the bullet to meet the buck. But we applaud his good nature and keep our hopes up that his season will soon come.