Digging Up Bones
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I was digging up old bones and remembered a story
About my younger brother Craig in all his glory.
We lived on Stark street in Phillips, Texas, you know,
When this accident occurred and Craig was hurting so.
Category Archives: Craig
Quail Hunting
Quail Hunting
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I remember those fun quail hunting trips with my brother,
We had so much fun hunting those quail with one another.
This poem just touches on some of my memories of those trips.
Describing the action we saw out hunting long before I was a crip. Continue reading
Hugo Leo Lardo Low
Hugo Leo Lardo Low
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We had a dog named Hugo that was more than a pet,
He was a hunting partner we will never ever forget.
This poem describes his adventures with my family.
He was the very best hunting dog we ever did see. Continue reading
The One That Got Away
The One That Got Away
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Sometimes when you hunt the wiley deer,
Buck fever sets in and your nerves they do tear,
This poem describes how this affects your shooting
And ‘the one that got away’ just a scooting. Continue reading
My Brother Craig and Me
My Brother Craig and Me
My brother Craig and I spend a lot of time in the great outdoors. These poems describe some of the outdoor activities we both loved. Continue reading
Craig
Craig
Brothers are great friends there is no doubt. We were always doing things that got us in trouble. Since I was the oldest I took most of the heat resulting in a lot of bustings right on my seat. So this poem to some may sound a bit dingy, but it’s just what really happened. We did a lot of things together so sometimes it may sound like a poem about us. Continue reading
Fish Bait
Fish Bait
When my family used bait for our fishing trips, we generally secured it ourselves. This story discusses how we got some of the baits we used. Continue reading
The Bookcase
The Bookcase
Even though brothers often fight with each other, there is always a deep family love for one another called “brotherly love” that binds them together. Sometimes the fights result in deep wounds that take a while to heal, but in the end the brotherly love takes over and the wounds heal. Here is my story. Continue reading
Carp
Carp
Sometimes it is fun to catch rough fish such as carp because they grow so big and put up a big fight. On at least one occasion, it was not only fun to catch them, but it was also very profitable. Here’s the story. Continue reading
The Duck Hunt
The Duck Hunt
Trying to be a Good Samaritan sometimes gets you into situations for which there is no easy solution and which may have repercussions on the samaritan. It’s complicated, so here’s the story. Continue reading