Twas the night before opening when all thru the camp, not a hunter was stirring, not even a crown and coke. The bows and arrows were hung with much care, in hopes that the 2015 Bowhunting season would soon be here; the hunters were scent free and all snug in their camo beds; while visions of trophy bucks danced in their heads. When out by the smoldering fire there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the door I flew like a flash, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a heard full of trophy deer. I knew in a moment this must be a dream.They snorted and grunted As I shouted, and called them by name:"Now, Bone Crusher! now, Wallhanger! now Brute and Hercules!
May your season be filled with successful hunts and memories to share. May your arrows fly true and may you always remember your Hunters safety harness, but most of all may you always remember to give God thanks for letting you hunt in his backyard.
Thinking of all my hunting friends... Hope to be back in the woods someday.
May your season be filled with successful hunts and memories to share. May your arrows fly true and may you always remember your Hunters safety harness, but most of all may you always remember to give God thanks for letting you hunt in his backyard.
Thinking of all my hunting friends... Hope to be back in the woods someday.
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