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  • bigjake
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    Not bad,most of the poems I know start with "There once was a man from Nantuckit..."

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  • www.dropjhook.com
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    As i look back threw time, i think of past hunts to help unwind, i remember all good in the past, it's seems mostly the good memories last, 20 some years of hunting and i'm still the same, do you want to go to mall, ummm no I think i'd rather chase big game, hiking from dawn till dusk, hunting as a team will build lasting trust, blood on the hands and blood on the truck, 4 wheel drive baby! i dont expect to get stuck, some think of us as insane, just because we prefer things untamed, you ask will hunting last, sure as long as kids understand there past, remember respect the game and respect the land, then your final trail will lead to to this great man, he's the master of time and master of light, by the way i say "his greatest creation is a big buck in flight" djh

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  • www.dropjhook.com
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    great stuff!

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  • neuman23
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    FROM THE DEER STAND

    When I was young, the gun hunt
    Was the highlight of my year
    At the end of the day the standard greeting was
    “hey, did you get your deer?”

    We’d gather together up in the barn
    Where we hung each of our kills
    And we’d swap our stories of the hunts
    And share each other’s thrills.

    Though we all admired the biggest ones
    The small ones didn’t count less
    And every successful hunter
    Considered himself blessed.

    To the older generation
    The horns didn’t mean so much
    It was about getting some meat, and having some fun
    And shooting straight and such

    Through the years the old guys left
    For that woods up in the sky
    But they took with them the essence
    Of how we hunt, and why.

    Something changed in deer camp
    It was sneaky as a thief
    Till gradually it became about antlers
    And not about the meat.

    We cut back sharing stories
    Out of a stupid jealous fear
    That those who were listening might end up
    Going out and killing OUR deer.

    Our group was once friends and family
    But then we figured it out
    The friends had to go ‘cause they shot some big bucks
    It really was their fault.

    My heart used to race when I’d see a deer
    And I’d hope that it was a buck
    But now I just sit and study it
    To see if he’s big enough.

    More than once when showing my kill
    My excitement would quickly dim
    When a brother or neighbor looked with disgust and said
    “Yeah, I passed on him!”

    Letting them go makes for bigger deer
    But I wonder if it’s worth the cost
    I sit in my stand now and wonder
    Just what it is that we’ve lost,

    And I think to myself as I lower my gun
    On another buck - - - too small!
    We’ve gone from building friendships
    To hanging dead stuff on the wall.

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    Here's a poem I recently received....just wondering what everyone's thoughts were about it?

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