I am Headed to Big Oak Bowhunting with Marty Thomas for 2 days of Hog hunting. I am going with my son and 2 friends Bobby and Larry. This morning as I was pulling a last few items together the spirit of a renaissance man came over me and I wrote a poem for the occasion. Hope you enjoy
Pork Chop Eve(to the rhythm of twas the night before Christmas)
With all my gear packed away and ready for the truck, I knew this trip was blessed, so we wouldn't need luck.
I thought of the plan and where we would stay, my heart was pounding cause there is just one more day.
I laid down my head and tried to sleep, my eyes grew weary as I pulled up the sheets.
I dreamed of Porkey walking out in the field, and I drew my bow as it felt so real.
I drooled in my sleep when porkey let out a squeal, and knew that the arrow had sealed the deal!
I now dreamed of my knife, as porky hung from the gable, and watched Bobby clean as Larry held him stable.
I dream of smoking porky sitting under a willow, and suddenly awoke I was eating my pillow!
With my 2 friends and my son what a trip this will be, have a wonderful night on this pork chop eve.
I will keep the day job!