One Lone Hunter
Posted On November 13, 2023
One Lone Hunter
Sat in silent surveillance
Watching swamped woodland landscapes
Until God’s sunset found him
One Lone Hunter
Quietly unloaded his rifle
Climbed down from his tree stand
And made his way home
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Until Our Trails Cross Again:
ADKO
About The Author
rdmonroe5
Lifelong NYS resident. Raised in Saranac Lake. Cornell graduate(ROTC). Army veteran, Airborne/Ranger qualified, 10th Mtn Div, stints in Honduras and with JTF VI. 3rd degree Black Belt; 3x cancer survivor; published writer with several featured stories in Adirondack Life Magazine. Residing in Watertown NY with wife Robin & our 3 adult children. Loving Life. Living in the Day I am in.
2 Comments
Prey not taken…blessed with a shortened night!
Alan, I tell myself that each & every time I climb down from my tree stand & come home empty handed. “Well, at least I’m not dealing with tracking, field dressing, dragging & processing at zero-dark thirty & 58 degrees below freezing, alone.” There’s a lot of last light shots I’ve passed on for the very same reason. Guess it’s called “gettin’ old”.