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In honor of the upcoming season....and not the one you think :)
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In honor of the upcoming season....and not the one you think :) |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA 
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This is a repost from this time last year and before anyone slaps me with plagiarism...I wish to extend my humble appologies to a fine man: Clement Clarke Moore  'Twas The Night Before Buck Season ‘Twas the night before buck season, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The hunting gear was hung on the clothesline with care, In hopes that by morning of scents they’d be bare. My sons were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of trophy racks danced in their heads; And dad in his shorts, and I in my gown, Had just gotten in bed and had just settled down- When in the next room there arose such a clatter, I jumped from my bed to see what was a matter. I opened the door and ran dawn the hall Tore open my boy’s room and gave them a call. The beam of the flashlight shone down with a glow, On the pile of florescent orange below; When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But my own two boys dressed in hunting gear. Their little old faces were filled with such cheer I knew in a moment that dawn must be near! Faster than eagles they gathered their gear, And the whispered their orders in each others ears, “You get the guns, I’ll get the rope,” “We have enough shells?” “Oh boy, I sure hope!” Out through the door and down through the hall, They ran to our bedroom, to their dad gave a call. As dry leaves before a wild hurricane fly, He flew out of bed with that look in his eye. I knew by noon, they’d be a hungry bunch, So I went down the stairs to fix them some lunch. Then in a twinkling I heard someone fall, And cursing and yelling from upstairs in the hall; I came from the kitchen and was turning around When down the stairsteps my husband came with a bound. He was dressed all in thermal clear up to his head, He appeared like he needed to still be in bed. A bundle of clothes he had flung on his back And he looked like a hobo carrying a sack. His eyes were all bloodshot, his face was all hairy; What a sight he was, it was rather quite scary. His mouth was open all wide in a yawn, But I knew he had only an hour before dawn. I poured him some coffee in hopes that he’d wake And I couldn’t help but wonder how many cups it would take. Half asleep like he was, he looked like an elf And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. He gave me a wink, then picked up his cup Stretched out his arms, then he got up He spoke not a word, just gathered his gear Loaded the pick up, like he hadn’t a care To the boys gave a yell and pilled them all in It was finally time for their hunt to begin I smiled and shouted, as they drove away “HAPPY HUNTING TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD DAY” What lies behind us and lies before us are small matters compaired to what lies within us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
ROFLMAO!! Thank goodness hunting season is over here....Jon was gone almost every day!! Now he owes me some time! -SEA |
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BSC
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Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
HAHAHAHA Ruth ~ Sure gave me a laugh this morning...As I gear up for my mighty "hunters" to start their yearly rituals. This is just wonderful, can't wait to show it to them! Bonnie |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Making sure that I have that ORANGE on. . . Great one!! ------------------------------------------------------ That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
great imagery.....loved and enjoyed reading it....  Charisma |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
LOLOLOL - two antlers up! Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
This was wonderful Hoot-As my husband heads out the door tomorrow with his suitcase for up north hunting, and my nine year old son to follow in a few more years, I know the exact feeling you describe so well here. Take care. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Hahaha! Hilarious! Elizabeth |
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bestgirl911 Senior Member
since 2000-10-04
Posts 551Clio, MI , United We Stand |
This is just adorable....I love it. Great Job! Best |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I remember this one from before and I think I even enjoyed it more this time...love the true to life spread of these lines and the images they create......ethome.... |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I can ALMOST imagine the excitement (never liked hunting myself) condolences to a very poetic buck widow on a great poem ~S~ |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
I bow to the queen My husband has been requesting a deer hunting poem by myself or Janet Marie for weeks now...we've failed but you have come through with shining colors He thanks you and so do I...next time he has a request I'll simply forward them to you  You cannot dance in the sun until you have cried in the rain~ |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
CHEERING!!!!!!! This was EXCELLENT. Am a deer hunter myself so truly enjoyed. To capture and live a moment is truly living |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thanks everyone...it's not often you find me writing humor although I do have a good sense of one, but poetry to me is a way of expressing things others often do not know how to bridge so I find very little use for humor in my work |
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