Game Warden Poems | Examples


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Premium Member The 15 Priorities of Fishing

THE 15 PRIORITIES OF FISHING

1) doing something
       together
2) watching the bobber
       go under
3) feeling that tug/tension
       on the line
4) what you catch
5) size of what you catch
6) was number 5 BS?
7) was number 6 BS?
8) what bait/lure you use
9) save/eat or catch/release?
10) how “buggy” it is
11) did you bring effective
       bug spray?
12) how many red-and-
       white ornaments did
       you hang on the
       trees?
13) are you absolutely,
       positively, honest-to-
       god-may-you-never-
       catch-another-fish-
       SURE about your
       answer to number
       5?!?
14) adding a “Mulligan” of
       (at least) one inch to
       number 5 is a given,
       (to everyone BUT the
       game warden)
15) did you disregard ALL
       the other priorities for
       the sake of a negative
       answer to number 11?



* A bit of fun - for my two fishing buddies, Brandon & Travis *

( Painting by Tommy Kinnerup )

Premium Member The Ranger

He's a quiet and easy going sort, friendly and polite.
Always smiling, gentle, kind, in his eyes there is a light.
He's always there to lend a hand with anything that's needed.
He'll carry your bags, find your dog, or see your field gets seeded.

He's the county game warden, most call him The Ranger.
He's there to help us one and all and keep us out of danger.
There's a quiet strength within his eyes, his strength is second to none.
He's the only ranger on the force that's never carried a gun.

No one wants to question him, they just look in his eyes.
He smiles and they just walk away, they never even try.
This is his town, these are his woods, he loves and calls this home,
And trouble never stalks the streets where The Ranger often roams.

Premium Member A Huntin' He Will Go

Cletus O'Toole by a suspicious game warden was approached,
To discuss the demise of a moose he was suspected of havin' poached.
Fer huntin' out of season and havin' no permit he was in a serious bind;
Fer this offense he could spend time in the hoosegow and be heavily fined!
He was thereby cuffed and taken post haste to the county jail,
To await his appearance before the judge sans the benefit of bail!
Before the bar of justice he claimed as his meager defense,
That his gun fired accidentally as he was crossin' a barbed wire fence!
The judge didn't buy it and he was heavily fined and sent to prison,
Fer slayin' a hapless moose (property of the State) that warn't his'n!


Premium Member Over Zealous

There once was a zealous game warden
Whose tiny heart was very harden
His so clever wife surely said 
At his death would be well fed
Charging for _iss on grave with organ

Just for fun!!

Caught Catching Steelheads - Part 2 of 2

Carl brought the boat and then he took action 
Until all line was back but a fraction
With the boat on shore and the fish upstream 
Carl said, “You’ve got him now, time to get mean!”

I was in control and wore that fish out
Got him into Carl’s net and then let out a shout
“I got that Bugger, just look at his size!” 
Carl said, “Punch your card “now”, that would be wise”

“I’ll do that in a while, but not just yet”
“I need a break and smoke a cigarette”
By now, people were there, where we landed
And one of them spoke to me, so candid

“Give your punch card to me, I need to see”
“Is it all legit as it seems to be?”
It’s the Game Warden, who wanted my card
Got it out quickly and he punched it hard

Gosh, I so was glad I took Carl’s advise
Without that license things would not be nice
The fish was a native, sixteen and a half pounds
That made the sports news around Puget Sound

To be able to fish, I’d called in sick
Boss saw my picture; knew it was a trick
Called me to his office; what could I say?
I’m sorry Boss, but I just had to stay!

Deer Hunting

(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 even though it was two against one.
After beating us to a bloody pulp, he put a second hole in our butts with my gun.
We had to sleep on our stomachs for weeks, it was terrible to go through.
We went through all of that misery and we didn't even get some damn venison 
stew.


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