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This morning bright and early my neighbor decided to get up and practice his hunting abilities.  BY SHOOTING HIS GUN AT 7:00AM!!!! I was sitting here at the computer all quiet and minding my own business and then it echoed BAMMMM!  BAMMM!! AGAIN AND AGAIN !! 

I jumped because it startled me and  i just about fell out of my chair!  I wasn’t expecting that, especially since I was barely awake and only  had one eye open.  I had just gotten my first cup of coffee well 1/2 cup…..that crazy  Arkansas redneck!  After I cleaned up the coffee from my desk, thank god none of it went on my keyboard, just down the front of my PJ’s.  Only God could help him  If it had gotten on my keyboard.   I would have went over there  with my hair plastered to my head  in my Tweety Bird Slippers,  with my coffee stained PJ’s  and without my teeth …..and made a plum fool out of myself!  It took me about 5 minutes for all the cleanup at that time it went silent, could have been because I yelled his Name out my back door, and told him to put that gun where the sun doesn’t shine.   What a way to wake up!   This one is for all the Guys who hunt I hope you like it. Have a Good Day! 

Hunting Season

It is getting to be that time of year, when the men with guns go to find the deer

They pack their ammo, vests, hats and gear, And heaven forbid don’t  forget the beer

Into the pickups they pile all the stuff, one hour before dawn and they are off

Driving like maniacs to get to the spot, hoping an praying the camouflage paid off

The stand was all sfe hidden from others, they clear away the brush and huddle like brothers

Gathering wood, brush and things to burn,  soon they will be roasting things on sticks to be turned

They unload their pickups, make camp ever so fast, while telling old deer stories of the past

The one that got away darting to the woods, and the doe that followed just couldn’t get the goods

Missing shots, mistakes of the past, up to the stand, in the trees like Christmas at last

Roughing it again as the air sends a chill, Each one packed everything including the pills

Not Acid Reflux, Diabetes, nor Blood Pressure may, keep these dedicated hunters from the woods today

Popping beer tops can be heard at sunset, a lot of moaning and groaning heading to the tents

Starting out earlier tomorrow they vote and agree, Oh back up into the stands at least by AM 3

All nestled in sleeping bags, on the cold hard ground, bisions of deer in their dreams can be found

It is a week away from the home and the wife, oh how they could get used to this way of life

All this fun for practically nothing you see,  To be in on the quest for a critter named Bambie 

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