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Why Deer Hunting Is Special To Me

It seems like we thrive from the adrenaline flow While hunting the morning of the very first snow. For all the mornings that we practically froze When we can't feel our fingers, or the tips of our toes. Yet, we still hunt day after day In anticipation of the moment we can finally say 'I GOT A DEER' with a cheerful shout. As we jump up and down and run all about. We think it's skill, but it's mostly luck That feeling we get when we get our first buck. When we talk about the hunt, or the antler size No one knows the real truth, 'cause everyone lies. It's remembering our first hunt, as a girl or a boy When we felt the excitement with a heart full of joy. It's the fun that we have with our family and friends. It's the sharing and experience that we hope never ends. So, go deer hunting...just do it some day Then you might understand what I'm trying to say. Hunting deer is special to me So, try it sometime and you'll find out and see.

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Date: 1/9/2014 6:58:00 PM
hmmmmm, no, you did not convince me. I could never go out and shoot a BAMBI. hahaha. This is a good one for men and young boys who are into hunting though~~
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Roger Horsch
Date: 1/10/2014 6:48:00 AM
Hello Andrea, We don't shoot Bambi. We thin out the adult herds for better deer populations. Many girls and women hunt. But that is ok if you don't. Thank you for reading my poem. Hugs....Roger
Date: 1/9/2014 6:57:00 PM
hey, you had posted at least five or six poems on this one day, Aug. 16. That was my anniversary day. Also the birthday of my late brother dale!! Let me read this one now.
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Roger Horsch
Date: 1/10/2014 6:50:00 AM
My middle name is Dale. Boy, you will never forget that day.....Hugs....Roger

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