Twas the night before deer season!

[RangerClay]

My deer season starts tomorrow and I'm taking a little break from my preparations. I thought I would share this poem with you. Good luck to you all!

'Twas the night before deer season and all through the house

You could hear the harsh words of the hunter's spouse.

"What is the matter, what's wrong with you?

"You're acting weird; I don't have a clue!"

"You've been in the basement, been in the attic;

"You're trying to give me a heart attactic!

"After all, it's been a whole year;

"You should be prepared to go after a deer!"

The hunter heard her but didn't respond;

He didn't know what he was doing was wrong.

The fishing had been good all during the fall.

And deer preparations had shrunk kinda small.

There were pheasants to chase, ducks to stalk.

It had been warm and he liked just to walk.

Sure, you always wanna be nice to your wife,

But you always need to have a sharp knife.

So he spends a few minutes honing his blade,

Wondering where the long underwear is laid.

Where's the gloves, where's the thermos?

The night of deer season sure is a mess.

Four phone calls to his deer-hunting friend

And hunting strategies for the morn never end.

His boots are laid by the door with care

But where, oh where, is the long underwear?

He looks for a knick-knack, looks for a trifle,

He's found the ammo, didn't forget the rifle.

Where's the binocs, where's the flashlight?

Is he sure the alarm clock is set alright?

A vision of big bucks run through his head

As he slaps ham and Swiss cheese on rye bread.

It's all finally done, and done with great care,

But where, oh where, is the long underwear?

[Born4it]

Haha..that's pretty good. Hope your opening day goes/went well! Thanks for sharing :-)

Take care,

Ryan