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Hunter’s Reflections

A Season’s End Hunter’s Poem


Each Season’s End

Harvests Hunter’s Reflections

What Was

What Wasn’t

What Might Have Been


  Fallen Waterfowl Feathers

Fall Foliage Breeze

Trail’s First Frosted Tracks

Fresh Buck Rubbed Trees


Morning Pre-Dawn Stealth Silence

Hunter’s Hart Prayers for Luck

‘Til That True Shot’s Staccato

Claims November’s Big Bucks


As Each Season Ends

Hunter’s Harvests Reflected

Treasured Memories Past

Treasured Memories Present

Hunter’s Hope Springs Anew

For Treasured Hunts Future


Until Our Trails Cross Again: