LOWER HOWARD LAKE SPORTSMEN'S ASSOCIATION
DEER HUNTING 2015
Once again I have to try
to write this poem, do or die!
This years hunt was not the best,
but we drank some whiskey
and got some rest!
No deer were taken,
but that was by choice.
I had my chances,
but I heard a voice;
"Please don't shoot me,
we are just two doe,
we have no antlers that we can show.
If you let us live and let us free,
we will make you a buck,
A big Trophy !!" !!
So that's what I did,
I let them be.
To propagate the forest
for you and me!
We didn't need the veni,
cuz our freezers aren't bare,
so I let them live,
it just seems fair.
I did see some bucks,
that ran by fast.
One had his nose
up the female's ass !
The bucks were nice
with points of eight,
by the time I reacted,
it was way too late.
The food was great,
it's always that way.
We had deep fried turkeys
on the Saturdays.
We had crockpot pheasant,
and steak and greens.
No one went hungry
by any means!
As the season concludes
and the camp is shut down,
the stands are brought in
and stored on the ground.
Spooky's on a mission
but not the one assigned.
He dragged in a stand,
he was proud of his find!
But the stand wasn't ours
It's the neighbor guy.
So we had to return it.
Spooky, ... Nice Try!
Groaner and I returned
for the muzzle loader season.
And Scoop joined up
for the following reason.
He don't hunt with us
because he hunts his "arcade",
but he loves our company
and the poker that's played.
Scoop is our friend
but his health's not the best
we are praying for him
along with the rest.
Get Well Soon Scoop.
By Jim Larson