Hunting Poem, ROUND 3
09-14-2007 | 05:53 AM
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Nontypical Buck
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From: Bessemer, MI
Hunting Poem, ROUND 3
Well He'ls Back again, Its round 3,
He just couldn't leave that Hot Doe Pee.
He walks on in with his nose to the ground,
Sniffin that scent like an Ole Blood Hound.
The winds in my favor, from the NW,
I might just slip one through his chest.
He stops and lifts his head up high,
and points his nose up towards the sky.
He flicks his tail and starts to walk,
and stops on a scrape, It My MOCK!
He's twenty away now and standing broadside,
So I start to draw to let it fly.
I'm at full draw and my pin's settled in,
I can feel my fletchings on the top of my chin.
He turns his head and looks away,
as I stair at his rack, I think, This is My day.
So i release my arrow, it flies through the air,
and then he EXPLODES like Iraqi Warfare.
I laugh and I smile as I go down to sit,
cuz i see my arrrow is stuck in HIS sh*!.
He just couldn't leave that Hot Doe Pee.
He walks on in with his nose to the ground,
Sniffin that scent like an Ole Blood Hound.
The winds in my favor, from the NW,
I might just slip one through his chest.
He stops and lifts his head up high,
and points his nose up towards the sky.
He flicks his tail and starts to walk,
and stops on a scrape, It My MOCK!
He's twenty away now and standing broadside,
So I start to draw to let it fly.
I'm at full draw and my pin's settled in,
I can feel my fletchings on the top of my chin.
He turns his head and looks away,
as I stair at his rack, I think, This is My day.
So i release my arrow, it flies through the air,
and then he EXPLODES like Iraqi Warfare.
I laugh and I smile as I go down to sit,
cuz i see my arrrow is stuck in HIS sh*!.
