A couple of years ago I was spreading lime with a shovel out the back of a pickup. I had the radio on. "Baba O'Reily" by The Who came on. You probably know it as that Teenage Wasteland song. I came up with new lyrics to the song.

Our here in this field
I hunt for my meals,
I get right back into my duckblind.
I don't need to flinch
Or shoot to the right,
I don't need to be missing.

Don't fly
Don't raise your eye
It's only private huntland.

Should I take this shot
This shot will mean alot.
Click off the safety
Raise it to my shoulder.
The birds are getting near
The time to fire is here.
Get it all together
And drop something with feathers.

Private hunt land
It's only private hunt land.
Private hunt land
Private hunt land.
We're all hunting!