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A Hunters Lesson


Charles Montonya

I wanted to go hunting, So I bought A 303.
I bought a box of bullets, So I could practice at a tree.
I went to Lake Wright Patman, And I hid behind a rock.
I stared into the bushes, Where I heard a sudden knock.
I slowly raised my rifle, And slowly raised my site.
I watched for that bush to move, I watched with all my might.
Then the bush stirred gently, I knew I had this deer.
I slowly pulled the trigger, Until someone said, Im Here!
Then a boy went running, From that bush and up a hill.
Calling for his daddy, I then felt a real cold chill.
I dropped my gun in disbelief, That gun, my pride and joy.
I was hunting for a deer, But nearly shot a boy.
Now I wont go hunting, I always see that boy.
And me seeing a gun, As if it was a toy.
I always often wondered, I even asked my wife.
If I went hunting earlier, I might of took his life.
So now I stay at home, To feel all the joy.
To know I went hunting late, That saved a little boy.
So hunters please remember, Before you take a shot.
Ask yourself a question, Is it really a deer or not?

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