Competitive Activity

We left the camp all hot and hungry. We were on a mission. Through cracked lips I softly asked “Are we huntin’ or are we fishin’?” Orders said, “Cast the bait! Use any lures we can employ! Get your barrels loaded fast! We’re gonna need hounds and decoys!” He was said to be flying high. He was on a majestic flight. We started on our journey upwards, but he was somehow out of sight. He was proving to be an interesting prey. We looked in all kinds of places, from mountain tops to motel rooms . . . There weren’t any viable traces. Isn’t it odd for these two to couple without a purpose or a plan? Feathers are falling heavy now . . . It’s past August and so he ran. We got wet but we had fun. That bird sure took a lickin.’ I wouldn’t have enjoyed it near as much If I’d known we were huntin’ chicken.