Walking through the woods early in the day...
Haven’t seen a single soul passing my way...
All set to hunt as, I bought the latest gear....
On this the first hunting day of the year.....
It isn’t too cold but there’s a bit of snow...
So footprints will tell me where to go...
I can track by smell....
And I’ve been told “ prey ” tell....
That Man is getting smarter every single year..
Which means a lot... to my friends in here...
But now here’s the twist of this little ditty...
I’ve never lived or been to the city....
But trust me.. cause when I’m done..
And this is all in fun...by the end of Fall....
I’ll have a gorgeous blonde six footer ... a hanging on MY wall....
So keep in mind next time you go walking in the woods...
Stop..Look.. and Listen...or you could end up in some Deers' kitchen..
When the tables are turned, the hunter becomes the hunted, and burned. Cool one.
Like a shocking short film I saw once many years ago.
A greedy lunch eating fishermen was pulling fish after fish up on the shore to die. He ran out of food and spotted a candy bar in a wrapper on the beach. When he unwrapped it and put it the whole thing in his mouth, a big hook appeared out of the side of his cheek, a line popped up from the sand all the way to the ocean, and he was pulled, struggling, and dragged into the ocean.
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Like a shocking short film I saw once many years ago.
A greedy lunch eating fishermen was pulling fish after fish up on the shore to die. He ran out of food and spotted a candy bar in a wrapper on the beach. When he unwrapped it and put it the whole thing in his mouth, a big hook appeared out of the side of his cheek, a line popped up from the sand all the way to the ocean, and he was pulled, struggling, and dragged into the ocean.
Ron