Twas the night before deer season
Twas the night before deer season, when all through Alabama
Not a game warden was stirring, not even one.
“The CAB had said let no tickets be done”.
The corn had been spread with care,
In hopes that a great buck soon would be there.
The deer shooters were nestled all snug in their shooting platforms,
While visions of twelve point bucks danced in their heads.
And mamma with her low light scope, and I with my Mark25 deer tracker drones ,
Had just turned off the volume for our long winter’s hunts.
When out under the deer stand there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the E_Z Hunter Cushion to see what was the matter.
Away to the shooting port I flew like a flash,
To make sure, my ATV was safely cached.
The moon on the breast of the carefully parked ATV
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But eight tiny deer.
With not a buck in sight, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be at the stand with the Magnum Deer Cane Lick.
More rapid than eagles I texted my partner on that stand,
And he lol'ed, and texted “not on my land”!
"No Boone! No Crockett, not even a Pope and Young!
Not on the Doe Pee! No on the fake scrape!
No, no Spike or forkhorn come to the bait!
Now text away away! Text away! He must be late!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So did the tiny deer scatter at the sound of the Moutrie feeder,
With the bin full of corn, and Molasses bits too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the rough
The prancing and pawing of a huge hoof.
As I was turning around, and drawing a bead,
Out of the bush, the big buck came with a bound.
His hide was all in winter brown, from his head to his butt line,
And his rack was tarnished with sap and broke tine.
A huge rack he held in the air,
And he looked like a trophy, just waiting to be shot in chase fair.
His eyes-how they twinkled in the nine powered scope! Without the scope, he was only a spot.
Visions of tells of what a great shot!
Of what a great hunter and sportsman, I'm really not
The range finder calculated my shot as the scope zeroed my shot
He bunched up in the middle, shot in the gut.
The semi-auto loaded a new round for a shot at his butt.
And the gunsmoke it encircled him like a wreath
as the corn fell from his belly
That shook when I shot again, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a rightgood old buck,
And I laughed when I saw him down, in spite of my luck!
A glazing of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
I texted the word, and went straight to the fact,
That I had killed a great buck, that was fact.
And I told of his slaying by a great hunter, my fingers crossed behind my back,
And giving a nod, down the ladder I trod!
He at my feet, his does gave a blow,
And away they all flew as my shots were close.
But my buddy he did text, ‘aft the does were out of sight,
"Happy deer shooting to all, and I got three can you claim one?!"
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I arrived at Tiger Corner ten minutes ahead of time and was first there. I sat back, eyes closed and let the melodious notes from Chopin's first piano concerto, actually written after the second piano concerto wash over me.. Too many early morning hours listening to classical, I suppose. In the rear view mirror I saw Dilla, Dylan, Sebastian and father pull in. I reached over and flicked the radio to a goat roper station. No need to ruin my image.
Twasn't a bad day, but I've had better. It was more or less another shakedown. I took all the Rabbit Journal Pack with the exception of Lucy Lu who is grounded after last weeks hissy fit. Sebastian and Dylan brought their two pups, Dixie and Belle. Not having bonded with a pack, I didn't expect a lot from them. I was half right. Dixie seemed shy about joining in while Belle thought it was a swell idea. Dixie just needs more work. I think I'll check with Charles about borrowing his rabbit run to give them a little boost.
We started out near where we repeatedly ran the same rabbit last year only to always have him get away. Sometimes from a mechanical defect, other times due to your host's infamous shooting skills. This time it was your host's non-flash like reflexes as I didn't even have a chance to pull the hammer back on the Judge even though I saw the rabbit before he crossed the shooting lane. I don't really regard the Judge
as a suitable rabbit gun. I mainly carry it as timber rattler medicine, but I carried my better camera today rather than my long gun.
The only shot taken was by Dilla, the armadilla killa. His excuse was the rabbit was moving to slow. The boy has potential to be good rabbit hunter. At least, as good as me with that excuse.
The years seem to pass quickly as I age.
It's hard to believe that we have started the 2013-2014 rabbit season here in mid Alabama. The good book tells us that life is but a vapor and no one knows when his time will be up. Take delight in each hunt. Enjoy your time with your partners. Many of mine are gone now.
And I will probably only have, if I'm blessed, 14 more seasons. It's very doubtful if I'll be able to hunt into my eighties like Uncle NoPass.
The new boots and vest held up well. Yes, I know a shakedown hunt of a half day isn't much of a test. But the boots wore well. That's half the battle for cheap throw aways.
We will try to get in as many hunts we can before the start of deer season and the tree sitters take over. Deer hunters are very intolerant of any type of hunting but their own. The CAB (Conservation Advisory Board of Alabama) has become throughly politised. They will strart creeping the deer season extension through out the state from it's start in south west Alabama. Even the reporting system has been turned to a voluntary system after the politicians got involved. Enjoy rabbit hunting while you can. The Cab led by N. Gunter Guy, Jr and State Senator Tom Whatley seem determined to eliminate small game hunting in Alabama.
You might want to email both and state your opposition.
The first rabbit hunt of the Alabama 2013-2014 season is in the bag even if no rabbit made it into the said bag, Heck, Brag and I didn't even take our shotguns out of the vehicles.