Seven Point
Some hunt for trophy bucks.
Some hunt for memories.
In a secluded spot along my trails
On an elm by a bridge
Hangs a simple wooden sign
It reads:
“Seven Point”
Whenever I reach that spot on my route
My mind is transported
To one treasured moment
Etched forever in memory.
Harvest dew’s sunrise mist
Fall air cool and crisp
I walked quietly to one stand
My son to another
As I settled in
A single shot rang out
My son’s anguished voice followed
“Dad! I missed!”
I descended my tree stand
We met on the trail, by a bridge
There lay his buck
My son had not missed
That hunt is now memory
Each time I cross that bridge
To a moment I hold dear
One father, one son
“Seven Point”
One shared hunt
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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.