Not a creature yet stirring, it was quite a rush,
The crossbows were cocked with the utmost of care,
In hopes that the white tail by daylight would be there,
There were turkeys all nestled in the tree up above,
But it was for the white tail, the hunt that I love,
That I sat in the tree stand, camoflauged head to toe,
Caring not whether a buck or a nice healthy doe,
Was keeping rock still, trying hard not to nap,
When one tree stand over, I heard a loud snap,
It was a bow's discharge, it must be my friend,
I was wondering if a deer had just met a clean end.
Three tails I saw rise, and flew like a flash,
I must make no movement, too soon would be rash,
The time passed so slowly, no more deer did I see,
I waited so patiently, twas hard in that tree,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my friend walking towards me without all his gear,
What leapt to my mind was that it might come to be,
That one of those deer, he took from his tree,
I climbed from my stand, a tad stiff, so not quick,
And made it down safe with nary a nick,
So tell me, so tell me, was it a hit or a miss,
A buck or a doe, did the bolt give a kiss,
A doe he replied, his grin barely contained,
Alright! was my shout, some meat we have gained,
Let the tracking begin, lead me right to the spot,
Like a blood hound I'll be, little blood or a lot,
To the base of his tree, he led me directly,
We paced off the yards, hoping the shot hit correctly,
We searched but no bolt could be found here or there,
So we looked for some blood with the utmost of care,
Soon a little red dot on a leaf we did spy,
Not bad I did think considering the age of my eye,
Each pace that we took it grew more and then more,
And more sure we became that a clean shot did he score,
And soon in a gulley a nice deer could by spyed,
We were both so excited, we were fit to be tied,
Congratulations we exchanged, it was quite a din
And then we did realize, now the real work must begin.
