Skeet Poems - Poems about Skeet

Triggers are red, barrels are blue. Smith and Wesson I love you! Targets are set, guns are sighted. In my hand, I get excited! Bore snakes out Hoppe’s too be good to them they’ll be good to you! NB: I have a great photo of my grandson's team with their SCTP Nationals Trap Shooting trophies, but PS will not allow me to upload it. Your loss. LOL....

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I With all the world a thousand feet below was the morn on New Year’s Day, and ‘neath a shining weightless wing the sea cliffs steep of Botany...

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bleeding but not dead as a hunter i once raised pulling the trigger shot released a seemingly random pattern but quite tight the score one wounded sperm count zero...

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Shoot Skeet No Eat Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved) For Brian's Footle Contest...

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'Mosquito Pete' (or 'Skeet') for short A seasoned guy, the strangest sort It was the only name we ever knew His story known by very few A weathered old maverick on a country lane A bit peculiar, not at all ashamed He never said much, or went anywhere Kept close to the vest, with a certain air We are the neighbors who lived...

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He lived in an old shanty just past the railroad tracks, Not many left just two or three worn out old shacks. But the old saying home is where you hang your hat, Lot of people don’t know it but there is a lot of truth to that. Just this old one room building was probably the most,...

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