Most of yea old hunters sits by the fire eating their grits.
All that is save one, he just looks on at them and spits.
Cajole and harangue did they one and all to break the one down.
But true to his taste buds, all he could muster was a frown.
Morning came early, such a frosty start.
"southern tofu" was a meal for the crowds largest part.
All but the one who could not choke down this gastric fright.
For him it was a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal much to his delight.
Now comes evening again at Shrew haven with all it tired hunters and one true man!!
He knew what was important and stayed true to his plan.
Grits is for goats and meat is for man!!
God bless,Mudd
Enjoy Ron!! Love ya man!!!