Monday was a different score,
It was still dark when we left the door.
Some went fast and some went slow,
But we all got where we wanted to go.
Now I went south it was a chore,
To go where I hadn't been before.
Now it was open in the middle,
But I don't like playing second fiddle.
Now Bruce and Stan and Len,
Went back to where they had been,
Nate went to the top of the hill,
He sat down and was quite still.
First thing he did was draw a line,
On the left down through the pine.
Then someone down toward partridge creek,
A great big buck up did kick,
He crossed the flats like a ghost,
And headed straight for Nate's post.
When the buck reached the crest of the hill,
Nate he got renewed hope,
For he was looking down a scope.
The buck went down (yes down the slope),
'Twas then that Nate lost all hope.
Then after roar of gun and smoke,
Nate thought it was surely a joke.
Now Nate went to where he saw the last jump,
And that is where he saw the hump.
With kick and snort and things,
'Twas like a duck that had been winged.
With one quick squeeze; that was all,
The buck was down didn't have to fall.
Now Stan was up on the second watch,
Setting there beside a rock.
And he heard the fracas in the notch.
Now we all heard the same as him,
And that is when Bruce and Len moved in.
Now I was down at the crotched oak,
Wondering if it was a hoax.
When I heard two shots down at the camp,
Between the shots a pause and so,
'Twas Claude we left there you know,
For he is the one that missed the doe.
He may have missed the doe but he got the buck.
About that time the dye was cast.
I started down the trail quite fast.
And when I saw the camp door,
I knew what I had went down for.
I looked for Claude to see what luck,
And that is when I saw the buck.
Now Claude was new in that land,
He said "Would you give me a hand".
We dressed that buck with a high fever,
Because that's where we saved the liver.
Then went to camp to rest,
Or maybe to be refreshed.
After a snack,
Filled up a knapsack, with a vim,
And headed up the trail again.
To meet the boys with the buck,
For I was sure they had some luck.
Met them coming with that ghost,
They all sat down to give a toast,
Now all I did on that there tramp,
Was carry a couple guns to camp.
While they fumed, sweat and swore,
Until we reached the camp door.
We reached the camp not too late,
We knew that night we'd celebrate.
Went out next morning with renewed thrill,
But all we did was went up and down the hill.
Went to camp and lounged around,
And that's when Bruce decided to be a hound.
Now Nate and Claude like two little elves,
Went out to pick a watch for themselves.
Now Stan went out along the road,
And took a watch next to Claude.
Now I went out and sat on a log,
To watch Len start out with the dog.
Now when they passed beyond some trees,
The dog kept closer to the shore,
We was surprised to hear his gun roar.
He fired three shots along the hill,
And that was Burce's only thrill.
The deer, thinking 'twas a joke,
Headed straight for the crotched oak.
With blazing guns among the trees,
The doe gave a sigh of relief,
And dropped a red tear on a leaf.
The doe crossed the road with a bump,
And that is when Stan saw the rump.
With one quick shot that went karthud,
Because we found where it hit the mud.
Now that there dog I'll tell you what,
Had pierced it's ear; like as not.
We looked over there and here.
But all we found was just one tear.
Now some would think from the look on our face,
That we were sore at the whole human race.
Now that's not so we never fight,
But someone had to go out that night.
Now Len was homesick for his doe,
And Stan and Nate was also.
The rest stayed here,
They weren't worried about there dear.
But they came back in Wednesday night,
Then once again took up the fight.
Next morning it was very wet,
Both in the east and in the west.
The hunting wasn't just the best.
At noon the rain came to an end,
And Nate went up the road to the bend.
I stopped off where Claude had been,
And Claude started out to dog with Len.
And Bruce and Stan went around the end.
That's where the lake begins.
No one was too far apart,
Even from the start.
Now from the baying of the hounds,
No deer tracks they had found.
For fear they'd get lost Nate did wait,
But they came out right in sight.
So that day was just a hoax,
But Nate found a place in the oaks.
When we got back we were telling jokes.
Now Len is always the supper cook,
And not too bad for his looks.
Now Friday morning 'twas a shame,
To watch the rain on the window pane.
We all went out between the showers,
But only stayed a couple hours.
Then went back out to hunt some more,
But only stayed out 'till four.
Nate and I met at the door,
We fired a couple shots or more,
Then Nate said, "Let's go."
And I said, "What for."
He said, "To kill a doe."
Now down the road there is a log,
And that is where we met Claude.
Nate said, "Up the hill you had better go."
For Bruce had just wounded a doe.
We hurried along down to the spruce,
And that is where we met Bruce.
Bruce said, "Who had the luck?"
We hinted Claude had wounded a buck.
Now past the spruce we all know,
Is where Claude missed the doe.
And that is where I had to go.
Now Nate along the road did walk,
And parked himself beside the oaks.
Now in them oaks there sat an elf.
He was up there as a lookout.
Now we know, why he has such luck,
When he is watching for a buck.
Now while he stood on bended knee,
A ten point buck came up to see,
That little elf up in the tree,
That buck went down upon his knees,
And right there a finger squeezed.
It didn't do no good to play,
We dragged him out that very day.
It was a big buck not a fawn,
Bruce said let's have a hootenan.
We all had fun, not much labour,
But we might have been kicked out by the neighbours.
We hit the rum just like a king,
And then the scotch just like zing,
And then we started in to sing.
About midnight we all had wings,
Right there and then we hit the springs.
Next thing I heard was the stove rattle,
And someone putting on the kettle.
Now it rained all day on the Jewish Sabbath,
No one even saw a rabbit.
Now Len and Bruce had the excuse,
They had to go home to make a deuce.
We all knew that wasn't so,
But they were lonesome for their doe.
Now that's the best dear to find,
That's why they left us behind.
Then Sunday morn before the dawn,
They headed for the hydro line.
I watched them go out of sight,
And knew they wouldn't be back that night.
Now after two more hours in bed,
I got up and scratched my head.
What I had to do I must confess,
For the camp was in a mess.
After dishes and stove were clean,
I went back to bed to dream.
When I awoke it was much later,
I needed a drink,
But there was no water.
Now Bruce had left a little wine,
So I took that to save mine.
The wood box was picked quite clean,
So I went out some wood to glean.
When I finished the box looked better,
So I went down to the lake for water.
Made two trips no more,
For that's a long way to the shore.
Now some may think that ink was free,
To go on such a writing spree.
But when you know it is a flop,
It's easier to start than it is to stop.
Monday morn I awoke and found,
That I must go out without a hound. (Do you see a dog?)
But with my luck you all know, (I don't see a dog.)
I didn't even see a doe.
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