Justin's
40
"The Tail of the Deer"
Sleeping
only an hour or two
Dreaming
of the morning light
All
the hunters arise in the dark of night
Up
and moving, coffee down
Long
Johns on, belts cinched around
Boots
laced with smiling faces
Thinking
of their hiding places
Coats,
gloves and caps
..
There
will be time later for a morning nap
Blaze
Orange on, oh so bright
Everyone
is ready for the hike
Away
we go, across the dam
Packs
and rifles well in hand
All
tested and fired to be true
Ready
for the moment, we all knew
The
young ones eyes dance with light
Wondering
"We just might
.
.see
a deer or two they say
on
this beautiful November Day
In
the North Missouri trees we hunt
Sitting,
waiting and listening for grunts
As
we hike the ridges disappear
And
reveal a place so very dear
The
sun is awake, rising up
We
need to keep moving if want any luck
As
we approach our favorite spot
Our
hearts are racing and just won't stop
Finally
we relax and settle in
Knowing
he's out there, at least a ten
The
chill bites at our ears and penetrates our coats
The
fog rises off the field like a ghost
Squirrels
forage in the fallen leaves
Yet
their rustling does not deceive
We
shiver as the light ricochets through the trees
Leaves
fall and float to the ground with ease
Trees
sway, back and forth, in the wind
They
sway and sing, again and again
We
watch the tree line, pond and open fields
Wait
and wondering what they will reveal
.wait
.in
the dim light, could it be
I
swear
. I see movement in the trees
Quietly,
we shoulder the rifle and look to see
Nothing
.
it must have just been me.
Carefully
we look, and look again
.
It's
..it's
it's him!
There
he stands 120, 150 out
Beautiful,
big, proud and stout
Nine
on one and Nine on the other
It
makes me wonder, are there others
Is
this the biggest one, the biggest one yet
I
wouldn't dare take that bet
The
young ones can't believe
It's
really a deer, that I see
In
the crosshair we see our prize
It's
as if we were eye to eye
Just
then shots ring out
One,
two, three, no doubt
He's
on the move, running full speed
Take
your time, breathe, aim and squeeze
We
touch one off and let it fly
Down
he goes, flat on his side
In
the tall brown grass our prize does lay
We
are successful on this day
Memories
made and lessons learned
We
all start back, across the dam and around the turn
To
the camp that welcomes us all
Every
Turkey Spring and Deer Fall
We
sit and we tease the younger ones
We
tell tales and jokes all in fun
Times
to remember for years to come
Traditions
to pass on to future young ones
So
good luck my friends, my hunting buddies
I
hope the deer are running across the fields and gullies
Have
a safe hunt , and a successful fall
Do
your best to enjoy these days most of all..
Matt
Shearhart 2003