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My brother Craig and I loved to hunt the wiley duck.
My favorite duck to hunt as we went out to try our luck,
Was the fast darting and turning, swift flying Teal.
This small duck was a challenge with all of their zeal. Continue reading
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When we lived in Houston, I got a phone call one day,
It was Mike and my cousin Kristi over Carrizo Springs way.
They invited us to their home to visit and hunt deer there,
So we said that sounds great, we’re gathering our gear.
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(We must have left our camera at home as I could find no trip pictures) Continue reading
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When Craig and I went hunting, we didn’t go for the wild goose,
But when we saw one during the season out there on the loose,
We were ready for them with special shells in our hunting vest.
This poem detailing a time we shot one, may be of some interest. Continue reading
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We became expert duck hunters in our younger years.
This poem details how we hunted the ducks out there.
In the Texas Panhandle at Lake Meredith near Amarillo.
Try these methods and you too will do well, I know it’s so. Continue reading
My Brother Craig
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As I’ve said before, brothers have a special relationship forever,
Brotherly love is what always has held us very close together,
The poem very briefly touches on some of the fun times we had,
As young men growing up together as outdoor loving young lads. Continue reading
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
The Coon Hunt
Coon hunting sounds like something that would be fun,
But I found that when you go you are always on the run,
This short poem describes my adventure with the coonhounds,
And the misery I found with those hounds on the ground. Continue reading
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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 I spend a lot of time in the great outdoors. These poems describe some of the outdoor activities we both loved. Continue reading
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