Happy Hunting Ground

Happy Hunting Ground David J Walker I wonder If a campfire is Burning bright In the Yellowstone Tonight Two men Buckskinned Fur hats Made of martin Black powder in a keg from The trading post A sack of beans and 5 pounds of cured bacon Sitting cross-legged Across the blazing pit Swigging whiskey From a crock Telling stories long into the night If the tales are tall and told by The light of a campfire It might be Father and Jim Bridger After a day of hunting elk and buffalo In two feet of snow in the Shoshone forest As he was leaving Father told me tales of The happy hunting ground That’s where mountain men go