"can't wait till deer season" AND THE DEER WILL FEEL THE RATH OF MY ARROW AND IT WILL SUCCUMB AS DEATH WILL CREEP AND AFTER THE ARROW TIP PASSES THROUGH THE HEART.NOT IN VAIN BUT TO REJOICE THE BOUNTY OF MEAT THAT WILL FEED MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS FOR THIS IS A BOW HUNTERS CODE.AND HIS POEM.
Neat poem.
45 days till opening mmorning here!
Bisch
But this life will not be surrendered in vain, for the spirit of the animal shall live inside of those that consume it's flesh and speak well of it's life. It's life may end but it's life will continue through our own in memory and conversation.