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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
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