Well my apologies, I have not gotten on here and written anything for quite some time. To be honest I've been blank on what to write about for my next blog...couldn't really think of anything so I decided I'd write a poem....turns out I'm a poet and didn't even know it....(bet you've never heard that clever little line!) anyway without further a due here it is.
A Bowhunter's Life
This world is filled with stress, struggles, and strife
That's why I thank God he blessed my family with a bowhunters life.
Spring has done sprung in the blink of an eye
arrows have flown and the turkeys have died
Sheds have been found and the trophys from last fall
have all been paid for and hung up on the wall
While some have walleye fever burning in their head
Others are busy scratching that bowfishing itch instead.
When summer hits means no time to stop,
there's still fish to be slayed and 3-d's to be shot
Food plots to look after and scouting deer to be done
How else does one know where to set up on that Pope and young?
If all the before mentioned is not a good enough reason
then wouldn't you know it comes August and its antelope season!
Then it's setting in a blind for 12 hours in 90 degree heat.
To get a shot at that goat when he comes in for a drink.
When he finally turns broadside and you watch your arrow hit,
your reminded that all the time and effort was totally worth it.
September hits and wouldn't ya know
deer seasons here and it's time to go.
Up in the tree stand or out in the hills bowhunters are lurking and chasing the thrill,
of bringing down that bruiser they've been watching all year.
Spending countless hours trying to outsmart that ever elusive deer.
October comes round and there's a chill in the wind
The best of all seasons has come round again
Cold November mornings means the rut is coming on
the month every bowhunter wishes was three times as long.
But the end of falling leaves will not get them down,
because here comes winter where their next thrills will be found.
Late season deer and turkey hunts
just means a new set of challenges for the next few months.
Ice fishing, bunny hunting, and processing meat,
means lots of fun to be had and some really cold feet.
Turn the page of winter and spring has sprung again,
the turkeys are strutting, the fish are swimming, and all bowhunters are flashing a big shiny grin.
They'll grab their bow and walk right out the door,
a new year is upon them and the cycle starts over once more.
So take your kids with you invite the husband or wife,
and ignite that fire inside them that fuels a bowhunters life.
The Lighter Side of the Arrow