09/05/2025
🦌GOODLUCK MARYLAND HUNTERS!!🏹
Twas the night before bow season, when all through the land,
Not a hunter was sleeping, with plans close at hand.
The camo was hung by the back door with care,
In hopes that big whitetails soon would be there.
The broadheads were sharpened, the quiver was tight,
The rangefinder tested by dim lantern light.
And I in my base layers, fleece snug on my head,
Had visions of monster bucks filling my head.
Out in the backyard arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I silently flew,
Peeking through curtains for just the right view.
The moon on the fields, with soybeans cut down,
Gave luster of daylight to woods all around.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a tall-racked old whitetail, cautious and near!
With steady slow footsteps, so lively yet slow,
I knew in a heartbeat he’d make my heart glow.
More silent than foxes his movements they came,
And I whispered to myself each deer’s nickname:
“Big Eight! Old Nine! And Drop-Tine, so tall!
Ghost Buck! And Split Brow! I’ve dreamt of you all!”
To the edge of the treeline, they ghosted from sight,
And I knew I’d be waiting come dawn’s early light.
So back to my pack I returned with a smile,
Checking my bowstring and gear for a while.
And I heard in my heart, as I turned off the light—
“Happy hunting to all, and to all a good night!!
