jnobleinaz Report post Posted December 23, 2008 May your arrows fly true and your bullets fly straight I've learned better to go Than stay home and wait It's the call of the hunt That keeps us burning inside With visions of mountains And valleys so wide This year has come to a close With freezers being filled Some with crazy dumb luck Others with captivating skill So however you have spent This entirely short year Whether chasing elk pigs Or the bitsy Coues deer Hopefully you have found A new passion or friend One that will stay true And see you through till the end Of this next year we will buy New trinkets and toys As thought to be men and women We are but little girls and boys A new bow a new rifle A new rod a new reel Or polish the old one To give it that lost feel For why I hunt I cannot begin to explain For me it eases my mind And takes away the pain What pain could this be? I know you want to ask It's that dang 110" buck That disappeared into the grass! Happy holidays from the Noble Family Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CouesWhitetail Report post Posted December 23, 2008 Awesome!! It's been a long time since someone submitted a Coues/hunting poem!! Mind if I add it to the poetry and hunt story section? to view other poems visit this link: http://www.coueswhitetail.com/hunt_stories/hunt_stories.htm Amanda Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
GHOSTLUVR Report post Posted December 23, 2008 Incredible poem and an incredible tallent! Thanks for sharing. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jnobleinaz Report post Posted December 23, 2008 Ya sure you can put it wherever I didnt take too much time on this one but I never really do I guess. Just fun. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites