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So I bought A 303.

I bought a box of bullets,

So I could practice at a tree.

I went to Lake Wright Patman,

And I hid behind a rock.

I stared into the bushes,

Where I heard a sudden knock.

I saw something move,

Bushes moving I could here.

I got real excited,

I finally found a deer!

I slowly raised my rifle,

And slowly raised my site.

I watched for that bush to move,

I watched with all my might.

Then the bush stirred gently,

I knew I had this deer.

I slowly pulled the trigger,

Until someone said, “I’m Here!”

Then a boy went running,

From that bush and up a hill.

Calling for his daddy,

I then felt a real cold chill.

I dropped my gun in disbelief,

That gun, my pride and joy.

I was hunting for a deer,

But nearly shot a boy.

Now I wont go hunting,

I always see that boy.

And me seeing a gun,

As if it was a toy.

I always often wondered,

I even asked my wife.

If I went hunting earlier,

I might of took his life.

So now I stay at home,

To feel all the joy.

To know I went hunting late,

That saved a little boy.

So hunters please remember,

Before you take a shot.

Ask yourself a question,

Is it really a deer or not?

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A Hunters Lesson

Contributed by data2delete on Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 05:13:09 AM in AEST
Topic: hbadday

I wanted to go hunting,

So I bought A 303.

I bought a box of bullets,

So I could practice at a tree.

I went to Lake Wright Patman,

And I hid behind a rock.

I stared into the bushes,

Where I heard a sudden knock.

I saw something move,

Bushes moving I could here.

I got real excited,

I finally found a deer!

I slowly raised my rifle,

And slowly raised my site.

I watched for that bush to move,

I watched with all my might.

Then the bush stirred gently,

I knew I had this deer.

I slowly pulled the trigger,

Until someone said, “I’m Here!”

Then a boy went running,

From that bush and up a hill.

Calling for his daddy,

I then felt a real cold chill.

I dropped my gun in disbelief,

That gun, my pride and joy.

I was hunting for a deer,

But nearly shot a boy.

Now I wont go hunting,

I always see that boy.

And me seeing a gun,

As if it was a toy.

I always often wondered,

I even asked my wife.

If I went hunting earlier,

I might of took his life.

So now I stay at home,

To feel all the joy.

To know I went hunting late,

That saved a little boy.

So hunters please remember,

Before you take a shot.

Ask yourself a question,

Is it really a deer or not?

Copyright Â© data2delete ... [ 2005-01-30 05:13:09]
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Re: A Hunters Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 08:58:41 AM AEST
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My father-in-law gave up hunting over 30 years ago for a similar reason. Too scary, but God does take care of things. Good write.
Stitch

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