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1.) Swamp Fox - 10/27/2014

[I]By John Madson

It’s a smoky, raunchy boars’ nest
With an unswept, drafty floor
And pillow ticking curtains
And knife scars on the door.
The smell of pine-knot fire
From a stovepipe that’s come loose
Mingles sweetly with the boot grease
And the Copenhagen snoose.

There are work-worn .30-.30s
With battered, steel-shod stocks,
And drying lines of long johns
And of steaming, pungent socks.
There’s a table for the Bloody Four
And their games of two-card draw,
And there’s deep and dreamless sleeping
On bunk ticks stuffed with straw.

Jerry and Jake stand by the stove,
Their gun-talk loud and hot,
And Bogie has drawn a pair of kings,
And is raking in the pot.
Frank's been drafted again as cook
And is peeling some spuds for stew
While Bruce wanders by in baggy drawers
Reciting “Dan McGrew”.

Nowhere on Earth is fire so warm
Nor coffee so infernal,
Nor whiskers so stiff, jokes so rich,
Nor hope blooming so eternal.
A man can live for a solid week
In the same old underbritches
And walk like a man and spit when he wants
And scratch himself where he itches.

I tell you, boys, there’s no place else
Where I’d rather be, come fall,
Where I eat like a bear and sing like a wolf
And feel like I’m bull-pine tall.
In that raunchy cabin out in the bush
In the land of the raven and loon,
With a tracking snow lying new to the ground
At the end of the rutting moon.
2.) billy b - 10/27/2014
I'm up, headed out to put up stands for my hunt on Richland WMA starting tomorrow. Yesterday was youth gun hunt day, several were taken that scored over and about 150.
3.) bluecat - 10/27/2014
I'm up now. What's with all the banging and the noise?
4.) Swamp Fox - 10/27/2014
LOL...You sure it's not your own head?

It's daylight in the swamp, boys! Everybody up!

I expect to come back here later today and at least find some haiku...:wink:grin:

[B]Good luck this week, Billy! Tell us all about it! :tu:[/B]
5.) Wild Bob - 10/27/2014
I've never read or seen that...I like it!
6.) Deerminator - 10/27/2014
Deerminator's not here.
Hunting season yaknow.
there's winter wheat growing in the cut corn:grin:
7.) Pa bowhunter - 10/27/2014
That might end up on social media, I kinda like it..:tu:
8.) Swamp Fox - 10/29/2014
That poem has been around a long time...I'd say late-Sixties or Seventies. John Madson was an outdoor writer up in Canadia...I'm gonna say Michigan or Wisconsin.

87 cool degrees here today, but the deer are moving. Cold front coming through Wednesday night and daytime temps will drop 20+ degrees.

No rain...Woo-hoo!