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[title] => The Deer Hunt
[time] => 2003-09-29 07:25:00
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[bodytext] => The Deer Hunt The day broke fresh and clean, Frost bite in the air. I cranked the ole 302 up, That deer had best beware. I made to my stand so high, Up like a squirrel I went. Excitement filled my mind. Thru the brush, my wary eyes scanned, Searching for my find. A tender young Bambi, Stepped into the clearing below Cocking the gun , I pulled the trigger, Waiting for the blow. Click! An empty chamber! How could I have been so blind? Bambi took off with a start, Like he had a fired behind. Down the tree, half mile away, I made it to the truck. I knew it still wasn’t too late, With a little luck. At last back on my roost, My eagle eyes were keened, Suddenly low down in my guts, movement turned me green. I hung the rifle on a branch, Back down the tree I tore. Not stopping for fifty yards off, Until I left my spore. Some movement off to my left, I turned my eyes to see, The biggest buck I’ve ever seen, Stood looking back at me. Reaching back, I felt for my gun, With memory, I cried a sea. In the distance way over there, I could see it swinging free. “Have a nice hunt?” Words I dreaded to hear. “Sure” Is what I told my wife, Hoping she’d miss the sneer. “See anything?” another quip. “Nothing.” is what I cried. Now folks, what do you think, That I wouldn’t lie? Hamp [comments] => 6 [counter] => 290 [topic] => 7 [informant] => hamp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 21 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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