Deer Hunting Poems - Poems about Deer Hunting

hunters are long gone remaining deer are safe meadow is still in shock from the gunplay november sunset is a relief no more loud noises no more death bam! spoken too soon...

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He moves quickly through the underbrush I follow close behind, pushing Briars cautiously with a hand prepared To let go hastily and a throat Holding onto a shudder in response To the graze of the briar against Soft, naked skin He pulls bare branches back, Threading his way through the pines, Oaks, birch and different trees Who sit waiting the first sunlight beam Of a...

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I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning. Something is different. The cold air is the same. The water is still, I do not sense danger. There is a lack of sameness however. I look at my brother and shake my head as he Starts for the water. He hesitates, his ears come up. He is listening. I...

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Silently I walk inside the woods of wonder Vigilant of signs that I seek of prey, Blending with landscapes display, Exploring networks without blunder, Not placing anything into plunder. Seek to win my prize in anyway. Never to eradicate, for only play, Whether mammal or animal sunder. Both quarries I believe are cunning. That I have hunted in my life. Each target has sent me...

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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...

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(This is a fictional poem) When my friend and I went deer hunting, I accidentally shot a doe. If you're wondering if I got away with it, the answer is no. It was a bad day for me to lose my glasses. The game warden saw us and he kicked our _____. We got the crap beat out of us...

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