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Thank you for this. I love raccoons, and this little girl captured everybody's heart.
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6/19/2018 5:03 am |
Onesies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:03 am |
Twosies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:04 am |
Threesies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:04 am |
Foursies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:05 am |
Fivesies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:05 am |
Sixies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:05 am |
Sevensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:06 am |
Eightsies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:06 am |
Ninesies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:07 am |
Tensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:07 am |
Elevensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:07 am |
Twelvesies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:08 am |
Thirteensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:08 am |
Fourteendies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:09 am |
Fiveteensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:10 am |
Sixteensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:10 am |
Seventeensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:11 am |
Eighteensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:11 am |
Nineteensies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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6/19/2018 5:12 am |
Twentysies A BUCK FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YES THOSE PESKY HORNY CRITTERS THAT EAT OUR CATTLE CORN AND SOY BEANS AND EVEN MATE WITH OUR BLACK ANGUS STEERS ON MOONLESS NIGHTS WHEN THE FROST HITS THE PUMPKIN AND ITS TIME FOR DICKEY DUNKEN!!! T'was a month before Christmas, we needed some luck Although does were still open, we were out after buck With the winds from the west, and the sun at our backs We worked slowly that morning, in search of fresh track With chilly down below me, Randy covered my right We all worked the high oak ridge, with nothing in sight I was all set to softly whistle, to both Chicky and JD Who were posted up ahead, on their well chosen stands When I heard a twig snap, to my left in the oak scrub Where just the morning before, we had found a fresh rub Standing alert while frozen, with scanning intent eyes I wasn't at all prepared, for that most pleasant surprise For she stepped into the clearing, while closely watching her back I was looking upward and beyond her, when I spotted his rack It was massive in it's size, gleaming from the mid-morning sun As I stood spellbound and awe struck, unable to shoulder my gun That Doe's nose went up then, as she then was testing the wind As I silently thought to myself Oh No, not again Jack Quinn ! But this time it was different, as I forced down a weak swallow With that trophy buck in hot pursuit, as she snuck through the hollow After shouldering my Rem. 740 auto, I peered into its 4X scope At that 12 pointed true trophy, who was now in a full gaited lope For he was after his sweetheart, with his busy nose to the ground When my Remington exploded, ejecting just one single 308 round For in one split second, his rutting days were all through For my hands had held steady, and my aim had been true So early that night, after he was hung up with very great care Five hunters poured coffees, then we all pulled up camp chairs Next we all sat trading hunting stories, about both present and past Telling tales of our Successes, or those days when taking Gas And that's the best part, about hunting IOWA Whitetail Deer Both all the memories past, and the hopes for next year !!!
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