Here I set up in a tree
Waiting for the 10 point to stroll past me
As I ponder his gross score
My rump is getting kind of sore
As I spy movement from the corner of my eye
I see my 10 point sneaking by
Grab my bow while smiling with delight
That rascal feels something is not quite right
As he creeps through the opening
I draw my bow and let one fling
My arrow makes a tremendous twack
Too bad I shot the limb above his back
As my buck bounds away
I feel like I could cry all day
As his exit plans are afoot
I swear he turns and gives me the hoof
Seriously I just made that up. I guess its what I get for going hunting and forgetting my book. Deer movement is zero at the moment and all I have to occupy my time is a smart phone.
Topic: Poems from my treestand....UPDATED having turkey for dinner (Read 242 times)
