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A little poetry for my SC family
The sound of small fighter jets overhead, it's what makes us get out of bed. Early morning talk and breakfast Leads to eager bodies ready to blast The walk to the blind makes you wonder How many times will your gun thunder After the decoys are set out It's now time without a doubt. Then the sound everyone dreams of The sound of whistling wing from above 5minutes left till you can shoot All you can hear is the sound of a coot Then comes the splashes of life You can then cut the adrenaline with a knife. Finally the first shot rings out And now you know without a doubt The smell of gunfire everywhere And you start blasting without a care Birds buzzing ppl calling Shotguns firing birds falling Mojos at work, dogs as well Can anyone see where that bird fell? Back to the camp everyone smiles And start dropping the limits into piles After they are cleaned and its time to sit on your tail The one upper guy has a story it never fails. Opening day is done and no sorrow? Why? because we are going to do it again tomorrow!!!! GOOD LUK AND BE SAFE !!! - Brad Guillotte- |
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Hell yeah!!!!!!!! I'm fired up come on saturday!!!!!!!!!!
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Sounds like you two have an unhealthy relationship with your ducks.
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Awesome!!!
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Quote:
i know i do!!! |
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Me 2
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Awesome! Gets you fired up right there!
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very good poem!
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