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General discussion => Black Powder Shooting => Topic started by: Lobo on May 10, 2019, 10:49:17 PM
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The woods is still dark
but the sky's getting bright
turkeys on their roost
where they've spent the night
The woods slowly lightens
while I sit and I wait
My mind conjurer's visions
of a Tom turkey's fate
listen now, what is that I heard
Is it the gobble of a tom turkey bird
I putt and purr to sound like a hen
excited now there's that gobble again
success is a goal but not always to be
the hunt itself is what nourishes me
to be in the woods fills a need in my soul
like hunters before me the story is old
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love it as always!
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Excellent. Thanks for sharing. Out in the woods making memories.
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Absolutely,bro. And so it was with my dad,now gone home, and us boys, one of us with him in those misty turkey woods. Some deep feelings goin on here rite now. Thanks. Dave F 8) 8)
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That was great! Like being there.
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Thank you. I will be there in the morning and I hope to have the same experience conveyed in the poem.
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The woods is still dark
but the sky's getting bright
Great poem. Great opening. Every hunter knows the feeling of this moment. Adjusting your seat. Straining your eyes to resolve that shadow you don’t remember seeing there just a second ago.... The birds and the squirrels waking up. Magic hour. I live for that moment.