And here I am with my bow fully drawn,
my sights on a buck at the break of dawn.
First day of the season, it could end right here
but no, for now I'll pass on this deer.

All year I dream of my time in the stand.
To checkout old haunts,
maybe hunt some new land.
This buck's a nice un, but he'll have to wait.
And he'd better git goin''fore it's too late.

I could tag him right now. Take 'im home. Show the wife.
Then I'd have no reason to stay out of her life.
She says all season how she misses me so,
But complains when I'm home...Ooh, I'll never know.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
so I think I'll spend some time out yonder.

- Brent Bacon ©

Submitted March 06, 2005

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