Opening Day
Greg Watkins
It's 4am.
I can smell the coffee
and breakfast to,
getting bundled up it's
opening day.
It's cold out there,
looking to get a big buck.
Almost there, look out
Deer parking my truck.
On my trail with my
gear,
gun in hand nothing to
fear.
Behind my blind,
here I sit at the
edge of the trees,
my eyes wide open,
Opening Day.
I know the way .
Sunrise , still
quiet that's ok,
I'm patient, that's
the trick.
What do I hear?
Snapping sticks .
Coming from the brush
I can see some movement
from my blind.
Two doe and a big buck
behind.
I make the call and
they stop for seconds
make the move I say
walk my way.
I want the buck that's
standing tall,
looking thru my scope I
count 12 points in all.
Opening Day he's mine.
Opening day come a
little closer,
That's right come to pa
pa.
50 yards away
I pulled the trigger.
the big bad buck
is laying on the
ground
Opening Day.
By: Greg Watkins
11/12/04
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