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Buckwacka - 
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Spike
 | | 11/22/2007 2:42 PM |
| This poem was written by my cousin after my uncle passed away. My uncle was a true outdoorsman and I owe a lot to him and my father for teaching me the true beauty of the outdoors. Thank you Hart for the dedication. You and I are the next generation of outdoorsman in our family. Lets make our fathers proud!! “ Reflections “
Anticipation awakens me like a touch from an icy hand.
I awake to a blanket of virgin snow now canvassing the land.
There is solace in the tranquil dawn, the caress is peaceful, cold and black.
Yet my mind whirls like the tempest wind as I dwell upon the track.
My Father showed me the hunting path when I was merely a green horned lad.
Immersing me in the whitetail's world, I was scarcely woolen clad.
Youthful innocence hid the truth, that our journey would reach an end.
Though my Father's gone, I still track on, without my dear "deer" friend.
So much has brought me to this point, as I reflect on days of old.
The memories etched upon my soul, more precious than earthly gold.
Lessons learned and lessons taught, flow freely through my mind.
It is clear the wisdom Dad passed on, has stood the test of time.
Two compasses, a small cache' of food, green and black plaid, the days attire.
Some paper, a lighter, and waxed dipped matches, in case I should need a fire.
My rifle and ammo, rubber boots and cap, a knife and some dragging rope.
Desire and dreams, planning and faith, and a heart that's filled with hope.
Traveling desolate loggin roads, a dew claw print I seek.
I'm not content, until I find, one which makes my knees grow week.
Wide and deep and long of gait, it strides forward without haste.
Once found, time becomes my enemy, a luxury I dare not waste.
As I begin my journey on this track, I am prepared for what lies ahead.
An unpredictable tour of Maine's rugged terrain is something I do not dread.
I start out fueled by adrenaline, energetic and full of zest.
But I'm well aware, this will subside, and perseverance will be my test.
The buck track winds haphazardly, trudging through the snow.
Powerless to control the course, where he wanders I must go.
Does he seek out food to fill his paunch or water to quench his thirst?
Is he looking for does or a secluded bed? From cover will he burst?
Sneaking over ridges, swamps and streams, each tougher than the last.
I reflect on other bucks I've trailed and the clues that they once cast.
The Whiskey Jack secretly shadows me, as the track unveils its clues.
And like wood smoke silently sails the wind, I too must quietly cruise.
I've coursed many miles and worked too hard to be in this hallowed place.
Still I know there is no guarantee, when entwined in the whitetail chase.
Success can be measured in may ways, a fallen buck you'll not always find.
The true blessing is being Mother Nature's guest, the solitude and peace of mind.
As darkness tolls its bell for me, my hunt draws to an end.
I concede to the magnificent whitetail buck, but rest assure I'll chase again.
Reminiscently I gaze toward the horizon, painted orange with a fervent glow.
The distant clouds loom dusky gray and bring whisperings of snow.
Like skeletal fingers, barren branches stretch toward the somber sky.
Releasing their grasp on withered leaves, whose brilliance has long gone by.
Quite similar to the regal stag, that surrenders his polished crown.
Another season sheds to past as the November sun goes down.
Lumbering back from whence I came, legs once strong move cumbersome.
I pause to reflect upon seasons lost and seasons yet to come.
Father time spares nothing, in your ears may these words ring.
Embrace the treasures from your own hunting path....with the majestic whitetail king.
Dedicated to my Father, John E. Daley (1932 - 2004)
Thank you for the lessons taught, the bonds that bind
and for immersing me in the hunt
H.L.D.
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| Walter -
4-Pointer
Melvern Kansas
| | 11/22/2007 3:03 PM |
| | That is well said, and well composed, thankyou for sharing it with us. | |
John 316 | |
| tubby - 
Record Book
Moundville,Alabama
| | 11/22/2007 4:18 PM |
| | Awesome | |
Tubby
The God of My Rock;He Is My Sheild;And The Horn Of My Salvation 2 Samuuel,Ch 22 | |
| foxrider56 -
Button Buck
VA
| | 11/22/2007 4:27 PM |
| | really nice!!! | |
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetknez23/1252577787/ | |
| pizzaman17 -
4-Pointer
Brookville,Pa.
| | 11/23/2007 6:09 PM |
| Buckawhacka,
That was awesome tell your cousin thank you and thank you for sharing that with us. | | | |
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