Twas the night before opening day of deer season, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The collars were plugged in with care, In hopes that sun up soon would be there. The beagles were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of whitetails danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a short nap. When out in the yard there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen leaves. Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a camouflage yota, and six restless beagles. With a bearded man as the driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be cornbread. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! Now Bojangles! now, Lilly! now, Buddy and Randy! On, Sammy! On, Rj! on, on! To the back of the yota! to the middle of the woods! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the ridge-top the coursers they ran, With the noses full of Scent, and Fur too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the bottom The baying and squalling of each deer tracking machine. As I drew my gun, and was turning around, Down the path came a monstrous buck with a bound.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 05:16:17 +0000
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