Thursday, December 27, 2012

"A Texas Hunt"



As daylight fades, the hunt has begun
Swatting mosquitos as I walk through the tall weeds and grass
I have a knapsack on my back and in my hand, a gun
Not just any gun, a .44 Caliber 1866 Winchester with shiny brass

I spot my prey a few hundred yards away grazing near a creek
There’s not much light left to close the distance
I only have the time to hunt once every other week
Lightly I step towards my target, this hunt requires much persistence

Now prone on a hill, I draw a bead on my stag
I watch him take a few steps into the creek to drink
The meat would be great for jerky but the trophy is to brag
Holding my breath, I squeeze the trigger and the stag’s silhouette suddenly shrinks

©Ashley Yarbrough 12/2012

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