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Cool brisk morning, wind in my face
Walking in the dark to my elevated place
Climbing up high with much anticipation
Doing everything slowly to stop perspiration
Strapping in tight for safety is a must
Spraying down with Essence of Fall so the day is not a bust
Morning prayers said, sun coming up
Mind begins to wonder about that giant elusive buck
Bow on the hanger, breath in the air
Crunching of leaves, eyes begin to stare
Closer and closer, louder they come
Tall tine antlers, where did you come from?
Grabbing my bow and hooking my release
Grunting out loud breaks up the peace
The Monarch he stops dead in his tracks
I’ve come to full draw there is no turning back
Finding my spot the arrows released
The Carnivore flies through the air and right through the Beast
My heart begins racing as he runs out of sight
I control my emotions with all of my might
The waiting is torture but it must be done
Blood trailing a Big Buck is so much fun
Finding my arrow and locating blood
I slowly begin to follow what looks like a flood
10 yards, 20 yards, 50 yards and more
Looking ahead, there he rests on the forest floor
The Monarch is dead, I thank the good Lord
The meat is good food, his antlers my reward
Phone calls to friends, high fives, and big smiles
Photos are taken to add to my files
The Monarch will live forever on my wall
Brining great memories on the day of his fall
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