Deer Hunting Time Is Here Again Comments

Great poem. Your Dad passed from one beautiful hunting ground to another.

Hunting is all about sharing. Like the tenderloin from the big buck Dropped off at our house By the teen-ager who shot his first one. Sad to say, The very next day His family's home was destroyed by fire And the only remaining part of his big buck Lay frozen in our freezer. What to do? Exactly what anyone else would do, Invite them over to a feast With that harvested meat. No weepy eyes here Only a lot of good cheer. Even faced with the loss of home And all, Being with friends that Fall Was all the more important When you remember That time long ago. s