Hello everybody! It's been a while since I've been on here. With work, honey do's, and of course hunting season. I finally got the electricity on in my shop. Now, if I can just heat it, I'll be able to start building my bows that Kenny supplied me with materials for last Spring.
Anyway, just for fun here's a little Christmas story for you. It's all in good fun. Enjoy.
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the night before Christmas, when I checked on the site
No one was posting, on this Christmas eve night;
The bows were hung on the bow racks with care,
In hopes that a buck would be in the future tare.
Apex Predator was nestled all snug in his bed,
while visions of crafted longbows danced in his head;
Apex Predator in his kerchief, and kennym in his cap
had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When up on the board there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the keyboard I flew like a dove
to reply to some threads that were posted above.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of midday to objects below.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a beat up 4X4 and eight TradGang board members here.
With a grumpy ole driver, running into everything that could be seen
I knew in a moment it must be Terry Green.
More rapid than carbon arrows his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now elkherder! now tradtusker, now akbowbender and Peachey!
On 2fletch, on benzy, on dirtman and MO hillbilly!
To the screen, to the top of it wall!
Post away, post away, post away all!
As dry leaves that crumble when you walk in the woods;
spooking all the deer which isn’t very good!
So up to the house-top the cuss words they flew,
With a dented up old pickup and Terry Green too!
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on my roof
The prancing and pawing of each little boot.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
down the chimney Terry Green came with a bound.
He was dressed in full camo from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were tarnished with carbon arrow cutoff soot.
A bundle of bows he had flung on his back
and he looked like a bowyer at a show opening his pack.
His eyes---oh how beady! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose was real hairy!
His droll little mouth was smoking a cig
and the hair on his head...could it be a wig?
The butt of his smoke, he held tight in his teeth,
and the stench of the smoke was beyond my belief.
He had a broad face and a pooched out belly,
that shook when he mumbled like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and tall, a jolly old Gawgia boy
and I smiled when I thought, for me, a new bow toy!
One look on his face told me the whole plan,
the bows weren’t for me, they were for all the soldiers deployed to some far away land!
He spoke not a word, and was kind of a jerk
but filled all my stockings with arrows that worked!
And laying his finger aside of his nose
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his truck and put it in gear
dreading the trip to the big sandbox that was near.
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
Apex Predator and kennym are a pretty funny sight!
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