I must have too much time on my hands. I just wrote this out for next weeks LSBA Fellowship Hunt so you guys with the guitars get busy.
Maybe I should offer to sing it. The hunt is full, but there are people looking for openings and that would probably create some.
Gobbles and Grunt
I hear a hog a callin
The hunt is on tonight
They soon will be a squallin
when they feel my arrow bite
Don’t you know
it’s not for show,
It’s all about the hunt,
The friends, the fun, the fellowship,
At the annual Gobbles and Grunt.
Brushy Hill is a Hell of a place
I’ve been here before,
Trying to win the concrete pig
But going out the door
That pig is curst
And done it’s worst
It’s beaten me to the ground
This year I’m going for porkchops
With my trusty old compound
It’s LSBA and the springtime hunt
It’s the real deal
We’re heading out for Sabinal
To arrow us a meal
Don’t you know
It’s not for show
It’s all about the hunt.
The friends, the fun, the fellowship
At the annual Gobbles and Grunt.
Maybe I should offer to sing it. The hunt is full, but there are people looking for openings and that would probably create some.

Gobbles and Grunt
I hear a hog a callin
The hunt is on tonight
They soon will be a squallin
when they feel my arrow bite
Don’t you know
it’s not for show,
It’s all about the hunt,
The friends, the fun, the fellowship,
At the annual Gobbles and Grunt.
Brushy Hill is a Hell of a place
I’ve been here before,
Trying to win the concrete pig
But going out the door
That pig is curst
And done it’s worst
It’s beaten me to the ground
This year I’m going for porkchops
With my trusty old compound
It’s LSBA and the springtime hunt
It’s the real deal
We’re heading out for Sabinal
To arrow us a meal
Don’t you know
It’s not for show
It’s all about the hunt.
The friends, the fun, the fellowship
At the annual Gobbles and Grunt.
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