doetrain

Tis the night before Bow Season - Not a hunter is sleeping laying in the dark-The mind It's a whirling the fingers a curling-Visions of glory a great end of hunt story-The 20 yard pin it did him in-The rack in the back as high as the bed-The dark brown fur upon his majestic head-All were rejoicing and shared in the bag-Not a face was seen that had a sag-Smiles a plenty a fresh filled tag-May this be your story success and glory-When the season is over as dead as the clover-Till the night before Bow season comes again. By Me.