A poem to ponder,
WE WAS MOUNTAINMEN ..by Ron LaClair
I remember when, we was Mountainmen seems like it weren't long ago
We was bullhide tough an we played real rough there wern't a man that we couldn't throw
When we drew down on a deer our eyes was clear an that critter was soon on a pole
We Mountainmen...who'd a thought back then that we would ever grow old
We shoot light bows now, bad shoulders ya know we just wait till the game gets real near
We hone them arraws till they'll pop hair, an we still manage to kill us some deer
We still rendezvous an we still count coup but it ain't like it use ta be
Our joints is worn an it's hard ta run when ya got a titanium knee
Then there's them pipes, ya just never know if they're in the shape they should be
So the Doc he says, "Son I think it's time ya had a colonoscopy"
Can't sleep no more on the cold hard ground since we got that new plastic hip
use ta drink a whole jug round the fire at night, now it's just a few little sips
The day will come...not far down the road when they'll wanna put us in a home
They'll say we're too old ta be out in the cold,to old ta hunt on our own
When they come ta take me to that old folks home on some cold dark rainy night
They'll sure be surprised when this ole coon says,"BOYS, THAT'LL BE AFTER THE FIGHT!"
But if THEY win an I'm put in to that fearsome, lonely place
to swaller pills cause I got the chills a'mongst wrinkles on my face,
Then remember me, Y'all that's still free and hold to the mountain creed,
to never rest, but fight yer best, till the ol' coon is finely freed!
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Another'n
"Memories of yesterday" by Ron LaClair
Yesterday, when I was young there were so many bows just waiting to be strung
so many feathered shafts to send upon the wind, I never thought the time for that would ever end
A thousand hunts I planned,I dreamed they'd be so grand, but some just slipped away like weak and shifting sand
I never seemed to have the time to make them real, now late in life it seems I've lost some of my zeal.
Yesterday, when I was young the hills I climbed were steep, but I crested on the run
now it seems the valleys are where I prefer to be, my legs are old, no longer do they want to carry me.
Youth and strength it seemed could conquer anything, no challenge left untried,no bow I couldn't string
I gave no thought to what the future held for me I only knew that arrows on the wind would set me free.
Now Yesterday, has past me by but I still like to watch my arrows as they fly
The bows I shoot are not as heavy as before and I don't shoot the quite as often as before
Those hunts of years gone by, though they're in the past,I have such sweet memories, and those memories will last
So I can relive again, those Golden times back when
back when,... I was young
I think that NOW would be a very good time for
you to publish a book(s) on all your adventures and experiences---complete with pictures of course.
Alonzo the elf.
originally posted by "the elf"
"I think that NOW would be a very good time for
you to publish a book(s) on all your adventures and experiences---complete with pictures of course".
X 2...... :readit:
Those poems hit pretty close to home for some of us...not me, of course. The old rocking chair hasn't got me yet, but sometimes I see it in the shadows, waiting to pounce. The mountains keep getting a little taller every season, but God willing, there will still be years to come and enjoy the great outdoors.
I'm going bear hunting in less than a week, and the bruins had better watch out for the old guy in plaid, carrying a big stick and some pointy sticks on his back. I may need another bear rug in the nursing home.
I agree with posters above Ron, put pen to paper! You have a gift to write.
I certainly can relate to getting older and everything that comes with it.Just last night I rubbed my hand in to relieve aching arthritis from a days shooting.
But ya know what,age brings good things too, ( I will deny ever saying that) I believe we appreciate and get more satisfaction from our sport than the younger crowd does, I know I do. I no longer can hike the countryside like I used too, i enjoy it in other ways.
Very good, Ron! Makes ya think.
Very nice Ron...as always!
And a reminder to the "young'uns"....make memories instead of money when it allows...cuz you can take the memories with you.
Ya got me to thinking Ron..... Got me to thinking.
... mike ... :archer2: ...
:thumbsup: :biglaugh: going for a new knee the end of June........After my bear hunt!! I can relate to it all.......
Those are pretty cool. :thumbsup:
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Good stuff Ron. Thanks