As deer season is quickly coming to an end, I have been reflecting on the emotions that hunters feel. This time of year for many hunters holds a deeper meaning. I have attempted to put into words some of those feelings and emotions.
Ballad of a Deer Hunter
Fall is our favorite time of year
And now we get to hunt for deer
The leaves turn amber, gold, and brown
Just give it time, they’ll hit the ground
In farming towns we’re treestand bound
Fall is our favorite time of year
And now we get to hunt for deer
In treestand land we make our play
We hope the big one’s here to stay
Fall is our favorite time of year
And now we get to hunt for deer
We let the snow pound on our back
And search for signs of does to track
It’s not about the tooth and bone
It’s not about the trophies shown
It is about a way of life
And little moments void of strife
Fall is our favorite time of year
And now we get to hunt for deer
We drive dirt roads in pickup trucks
With prays for luck we chase big bucks
Fall is our favorite time of year
And now we get to hunt for deer
We take our kids to show them how
Before the years have aged our brow
Fall is our favorite time of year
And now we get to hunt for deer
And if we fail, the path is clear
We smile and some may shed a tear
Then start to plan the coming year