Author Topic: Musing's of a Turkey hunter  (Read 525 times)

Offline Lobo

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Musing's of a Turkey hunter
« on: May 10, 2019, 10:49:17 PM »




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

Offline adkmountainken

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Re: Musing's of a Turkey hunter
« Reply #1 on: May 10, 2019, 11:53:14 PM »
love it as always!

Offline RVAH-7

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Re: Musing's of a Turkey hunter
« Reply #2 on: May 12, 2019, 01:32:55 AM »
Excellent. Thanks for sharing. Out in the woods making memories.

Offline mountainman70

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Re: Musing's of a Turkey hunter
« Reply #3 on: May 12, 2019, 03:38:43 AM »
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)

Offline Daryl

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Re: Musing's of a Turkey hunter
« Reply #4 on: May 12, 2019, 07:58:22 AM »
That was great! Like being there.
Daryl

"a gun without hammers is like a spaniel without ears" King George V

Offline BarryE

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Re: Musing's of a Turkey hunter
« Reply #5 on: May 15, 2019, 03:05:59 AM »
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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Re: Musing's of a Turkey hunter
« Reply #6 on: May 25, 2019, 10:26:14 PM »

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.
-Bob

My Highland ancestors were sentenced to ‘Transportation’ in lieu of death by King George after the Battle of Culloden. Serving time in Dixie since 1741.