Love it. So rare are the stories and poems of the hunting legacy. Gone are the days of Corey Ford, Gene Hill, and Robert Raurk. I miss the stories and tales of the hunter. The practical jokes in camp, and the commraderie. Much of what I fell in love with about hunting came from hearing my grandpa, my dad and my uncles tell of the total experience.
Thanks for the poem, it returned me to a not so long ago day.
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