I get up early to put on my camo,
Grab a cup of coffee & my Parker bow,
off to the woods lickety split,
to my tree stand I do slip,
Hook into my harness to keep my tail still,
While I hunt a white tail deer to kill,
Sun peaks out over the horizon,
Now I can start texting on my Verizon,
Squirrels go crazy running around,
and then I look up & what do I see coming down...
Down the trail in front of my stand...
a big white tail buck and boy ain't he grand...
My heart beats faster & OMG is it loud...
Is it just me or can everything hear that sound...
I pull up my bow & steady my breathing...
& just about the time I line up my shot my big buck gets to leaving...
I loose my arrow & watch my shot...
Did I get that big buck or what?
So call up my buddies one big buck to track down...
I'm so happy I act like a clown...
Start looking for an arrow & a good blood trail...
Did I make this shot or did I fail?
Then theres the answer for which I was looking...
Oh yeah baby, venision for cooking...
There it is, with points, I count ten...
This is why I keep coming back, again, & again, & again.
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