As I make my way to my favorite stand,
I cant help but notice the lay of the land.
The frost, as it glitters in the brite moon light,
Makes even the old dead trees give off an awesome sight.
The only sound that is heard through the cool crisp air
Is the sound of my footsteps moving across the dead leaves that left the trees bare.
I finally make it to my stand, tie up my bow, and climb the steps on the side of the tree.
I get in my stand and look around to see what I can see.
On the horizon I see a glimps of the sun,
I watch the moon start to fade, a new day has just begun.
As I sit there staring into the times of hunts past,
I wonder why all the good times were never meant to last.
Being in the woods in this tranquility and peace,
Makes you think alot clearer I can say at the least.
An interuption in the silence interupts my thought,
It is a squirrel and a nut is being sought.
He makes his way down an old elm tree, crosses a log then onto the ground.
Trying to be sneeky, and not trying to make a sound.
He stops for a second to take a quick glance,
And stares at me like hes in some sort of a trance.
Then I guess he decided to go on his way,
Too bad, because I was enjoying watching him at play.
I stand up on my perch and look across the field
To see what kind of wildlife it might yeild.
I notice movement moving towards me ever so slow,
A brown spot appears, it's a deer, oh it's only a doe.
I sit there and watch her as she walks in front of me.
She stops, looks back, and stands very still.
Which makes me wonder what she might see.
I look in the direction that she is looking to.
What she is seeing, I wonder, but I haven't a clue.
I sit there very still waiting for something to show,
Then I see another brown spot appear and it's starting to grow.
As it gets closer and closer I sit there and wait,
Hoping and praying that it is this doe's mate.
He cuts through a clearing, and I can see it is a buck.
He will get into my range if I have any luck.
As I watch him move in ever so close,
Hoping my scent doesn't give my position away is what I fear the most.
My heart is beeting ever so rapidly as I raise up my bow.
I pull back on the string, put him in my sites, then I let go.
The bucks first action was to put up his white tail,
But I knew deep inside that my shot would not fail
The buck tried to run, but it was too late.
Following that doe caused him to meet his fate.
I felt kind of bad as I watched him fall.
I mean, it is taking a life away after all.
As I approach him with caution I see where he lies.
I move in closer and I can see myself in his reflective eyes.
Sadness and excitement fills my heart emotionally.
Because, I killed this living animal to help feed my family.