THE DEER SHACK

Its the 40th year

of the L.H.L.S.A.

That’s quite a run

you have to say.

How time has flown by,

and how we all have grown old.

it’s a story that’s cherished,

and must be told.

In “84” we had a 36 ft shack,

in a different location

on our 10 acre tract.

It had no electric

and was a little bit small,

but the group was fewer

and it sheltered us all.

In “92” we got a bigger RV,

it was 50 ft long

but was not free.

It cost me twelve hundred,

and it was 10 ft wide.

It has just enough room

for eight hunters inside.

We have used this shack

for 32 seasons.

We love this place

for so many reasons.

It has served us well

and we have memories galore,

and I hope this tradition

can last many years more.

Now for the story

of our 40th season

It was one of our best

and these are the reasons :

Shitbird and Jimmer

took a buck and a doe,

it wasn’t like last year,

a gosh darn shit show !

And Kato shot a deer

from the Afganastand stand.

But it soon recovered,

then got up and ran.

We searched high and low

for this poor wounded buck,

but we never did find it

what rotten luck !

The guy named Groaner

showed up late.

He arrived on Tuesday,

and this was his fate.

He was not feeling well,

and he went home too soon,

with his dog named Jute

on Thursday afternoon.

Then his truck broke down

in the town of Clearlake,

this wasn’t his year

for gosh darn sake !

Now as this poem winds down,

I have to confess.

This is the best group ever

I don’t say this in jest.

I am proud of our tradition,

and the fun we have had.

I have to thank my mentor,

my wonderful Dad.

Thank you Dad for being my friend I will love this sport until the very end.

Thanks Guys JIM