It was fine as any rooster can be, and as plump as any mallard.
Fatten by recent gut piles, I'm sure, sweeten by grasshoppers for it's last meal.
Piff, went my Kimber, it was shot right thru the eye.
The black guard(crow) fell not 20 yards from my hide.
So you can see, the second day of deer season - I got my game.
No check-in station, no tag for the leg, I just put it in a McDonald's bag and hurried on home.
So then.
Visions of root cellar veggies, leeks, onions, celery, potatoes and carrots raced thru my head.
It'll make a good hearty stew to feed-on all week long.
...and next week, it starts all over again.
Last edited by Lowell Glenthorne; 11/12/06 10:05 PM.
