Tomorrow, November 9, is the opening of Modern Gun season in Arkansas. Although there are ‘seasons’ year-round, throughout November and December the hills and waterways will echo with the sound of gunfire, from dawn until dusk. Do you have friends and/or family that hunt?
It’s a religion…
Hunting season’s here! Is it dove, or duck, or deer? I’ll get something, never fear - Hunting season’s here! You can invite the folks to stay with you Thanksgiving day, but me? – I’m off to play. Bought the license just today. Got my coat from L.L.Bean.
All my guns are oiled and cleaned,
and the deer stand doesn’t lean.
Checked the dog – the pups are weaned.
The cooler’s full of food,
cleared the leaves from off the hood,
took the trailer to the woods,
checked the boat – it all looks good.
I quit my job today –
the boss just wouldn’t play.
He said I had to stay
and miss the very first day!
I’ve got jerky and some beer,
Soon my buddies will be here
and we’ll give a great big cheer –
Hunting Season’s here!
I know lots of hunters, even a few women. My dad hunted. I remember a Thanksgiving when my husband and his brother went duck hunting early, got lost and barely made it home for lunch. They were so tired they slept most of the afternoon. Truth is, I’m glad Terry doesn’t hunt anymore. However, wives can have alternative activities. I usually go see my friend at some point while her husband is away at deer camp. We have a great time!
we don’t hunt, but we do love your poem. . .
There are hunters in my family, too. And I, also, have written poems, but mine are usually in favor of having the deer escape, although there are trophies on the wall at my son’s house that prove they didn’t. Also there’s venison in the freezer.
It’s a religion where I come from:)