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Duck Hunting Poem...
This was posted by 3rd Coast Killer on MMT hope they don't mind me posting it here I enjoyed it.
You walk into a convience store only to be stared at
Wearing face paint while dressed in flip flops
buying a red bull, trying to stay awake
and everyone still thinks you’re a terrorist
Confused as to why you are dressed the way you are
they brush you off with merely a thought
"Another one of those crazy hunters"
Why do we do this?
The late nights and the early mornings
The cold wind and rain
The complaining girlfriend and wife
The loss of sleep and the long weeks at work
The constant threat of equipment failure
and last minute no-shows
The worries of blue bird skies
and not enough wind
Why do we do this?
Because the lure of a morning spent in a duck blind
among friends is just to strong, to pure
the camaraderie felt between individuals is never stronger
one common purpose can be shared by strangers and friends a like
Everyone sits still as the first of mornings sun start to warm your bones
All around you the world suddenly seems alive
Full of possibilities for the day
As the minutes tick by, closing in on the moment of truth
Your pulse quickens and your fingers tighten their grip on your most faithful of objects.
Shooting time:
Why do we do this?
Because at this moment all becomes clear
As one group you act in unison
and in this moment you are defined
the lure of being a duck hunter
in purist of the ultimate game bird
is just to great.
The greatest of emotions are felt at this time
You realize who you are and how you must react
in an instant
For the quarry is close
and now you are alive
All the time and effort that is put into this adventure
finally rings home.
I am a duck hunter and this is my moment
You walk into a convience store only to be stared at
Wearing face paint while dressed in flip flops
buying a red bull, trying to stay awake
and everyone still thinks you’re a terrorist
Confused as to why you are dressed the way you are
they brush you off with merely a thought
"Another one of those crazy hunters"
Why do we do this?
The late nights and the early mornings
The cold wind and rain
The complaining girlfriend and wife
The loss of sleep and the long weeks at work
The constant threat of equipment failure
and last minute no-shows
The worries of blue bird skies
and not enough wind
Why do we do this?
Because the lure of a morning spent in a duck blind
among friends is just to strong, to pure
the camaraderie felt between individuals is never stronger
one common purpose can be shared by strangers and friends a like
Everyone sits still as the first of mornings sun start to warm your bones
All around you the world suddenly seems alive
Full of possibilities for the day
As the minutes tick by, closing in on the moment of truth
Your pulse quickens and your fingers tighten their grip on your most faithful of objects.
Shooting time:
Why do we do this?
Because at this moment all becomes clear
As one group you act in unison
and in this moment you are defined
the lure of being a duck hunter
in purist of the ultimate game bird
is just to great.
The greatest of emotions are felt at this time
You realize who you are and how you must react
in an instant
For the quarry is close
and now you are alive
All the time and effort that is put into this adventure
finally rings home.
I am a duck hunter and this is my moment
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