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« on: November 14, 2016, 08:32:49 AM »
Here's an old poem I remember reading years ago in a copy of one of my dad's outdoor magazines.  I dedicate it to all of the deer hunters, old and new, who are among us.....with that, I present.....


By John Madson

It?s a smoky, raunchy boars? nest

With an unswept, drafty floor

And pillow ticking curtains

And knife scars on the door.

The smell of pine-knot fire

From a stovepipe that?s come loose

Mingles sweetly with the boot grease

And the Copenhagen snoose.

There are work-worn .30-.30s

With battered, steel-shod stocks,

And drying lines of long johns

And of steaming, pungent socks.

There?s a table for the Bloody Four

And their games of two-card draw,

And there?s deep and dreamless sleeping

On bunk ticks stuffed with straw.

Jerry and Jake stand by the stove,

Their gun-talk loud and hot,

And Bogie has drawn a pair of kings,

And is raking in the pot.

Franks? been drafted again as cook

And is peeling some spuds for stew

While Bruce wanders by in baggy drawers

Reciting ?Dan McGrew?.

No where on Earth is fire so warm

Nor coffee so infernal,

Nor whiskers so stiff, jokes so rich,

Nor hope blooming so eternal.

A man can live for a solid week

In the same old under-britches

And walk like a man and spit when he wants

And scratch himself where he itches.

I tell you, boys, there?s no place else

Where I?d rather be, come fall,

Where I eat like a bear and sing like a wolf

And feel like I?m bull-pine tall.

In that raunchy cabin out in the bush

In the land of the raven and loon,

With a tracking snow lying new to the ground

At the end of the rutting moon.
The only chance you got at a education is listenin' to me talk!
Augustus McCrae.....Texas Ranger      Lonesome Dove, TX

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« Reply #1 on: November 14, 2016, 09:59:15 AM »
That is a great poem wolfy, makes a good visual in my mind and a laugh or two never hurts.

One of the comments in a blog was that a fellow always put exactly 239 beans in his deer camp chili.  When asked why he did that he replied because one more bean and it would be "two farty" .
« Last Edit: November 14, 2016, 10:08:14 AM by wsdstan »
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« Reply #2 on: November 14, 2016, 04:10:27 PM »
Good stuff

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« Reply #3 on: November 15, 2016, 05:56:52 AM »
  That brought back some fond memories,  Thanks Bud.   
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« Reply #4 on: November 17, 2016, 10:58:09 AM »
Yeah.  Good stuff.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving pretty with a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a cloud of smoke, thouroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, Wow! What a ride!" 
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