It seems like we thrive from the adrenaline flow
While hunting the morning of the very first snow.
For all the mornings that we practically froze
When we can't feel our fingers, or the tips of our toes.
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This poem means a lot to me . It reminds me of my husband and son when they would go hunting.
i bet there are other, more-exciting, more rewarding things for me to do with my time. BUT i might end up in jail! nice rhyming. i think kim barney, PH member, might like this. bri ;)
When we talk about the hunt, or the antler size No one knows the real truth, 'cause everyone lies..................i like it. the largest animal i ever killed, except a snake with a lawnmower, or a mouse with a spring trap, was a sparrow i think. i was very young and cried (bow and arrow) . : ( (to be continued) ...............
Horrible, for shame!