Opening Day
Grandpa's famous venison beer chili the night before
He's no longer with us but was a man everyone would adore
Like other holidays filled with family traditions for so many so is deer hunting season
Everyone is welcome so take a stop by camp for a visit, you don't need a reason
Everyone is prepared and has sighted in their gun
Even that in itself with safety in mind can be loads of fun
Blinds are all ready,everyone's been baiting in advance
The woods are so beautiful at first glance
Wake up to grandpa saying "top of the morning to ya,daylight in the swamp" music to our ears
Time to start getting ready for our chance at taking down a deer
Quick breakfast and coffee as we get ready
Hopefully you don't get buck fever and hold your gun steady
Bundle up in all our warm gear to head out into the crisp morning air
Anticipating what will come and the stories we'll have to share
Take a brief break for lunch before heading back out
Over the walkie talkie "I shot a 7 pointer" you hear grandpa shout
No need to track it, dropped dead in its tracks
Go lend a hand to help haul it back
That night we share stories,venison jerky and a celebratory drink
Dad's watching from heaven with a smile and a wink
This season is about so much more then just shooting a deer
Giving thanks honoring your kill and traditions surrounded by great food and company, it's one of the best times of the year
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