LOWER HOWARD LAKE SPORTSMAN’S ASSOCIATION
DEER HUNTING, 2019
Four guys showed up
for opening day.
Rudolph, Groaner, me and Demo,
What can I say ?
We were ghosted by Shitbird
on Saturday eve.
And early next morning
he had to leave.
And there was no Kujo
for the first time ever.
He broke his frickin elbow,
claimed he could not
work the lever.
His 34 year streak
of opening days.
Has come to an end,
again,, what can I say?
No deer were taken
this entire season.
Because we passed on too many,
that was the reason.
The deer gods hate it
if you decline what they give.
They think you don’t need them,
and just want them to live.
That theory isn’t wrong
as it applied to me.
But Kujo likes his veni,
so we should have shot three!
The weather was awful,
Geez it was freezing.
The coldest season in years,
it was way beyond reason.
So the Groaner and I
did not hunt much.
We just hung out at the shack,
watching TV and such.
Later in the week
it warmed up a lot.
So we took to our stands,
but no deers were got.
On weekend number two
we had a bigger group.
There was six guys in camp,
plus Jute and the Scoop !
And Kujo showed up
with his arm in a sling.
But he still cooked McPaul’s,
cuz that is his thing !
And for the Saturday feast
we had a deep fried bird.
With cheezy taters and fixings,
Oh my word !
Kato came back
to keep us from sleeping.
With help from Rudolph,
it was a tradition in keeping!
And for the guys that
could not make it.
Such as Crack Rat and Spook.
And Shitbird’s progeny,
they will stay the loop.
Maybe next year
we can have the whole crew back.
To carry on our storied past,
of fun at the shack.
And last but not least
a Crown Royal toast to our friend.
Who’s spirt is always with us
as this season must end.
We miss you Scoop.
Jim Larson