Apr 2021
A hunting we will go
My sons and I find pleasure in the fall by putting on orange
We’ve spent many a day hiking the vastness of the range
We look forward to this time of season
For feeding our family is really the reason
We traipse up and down the ravines
Many times going through willows and vines
Looking for elk and deer
Sometimes coming upon cliffs quite sheer
We talk and make chitchat of life and what could be
But we wouldn't dare miss what's beyond the next lee
A quick, sharp eye is essential
We try going to areas with lots of potential
We look up and down; and yes, all around
Moving too and fro, hoping to make very little sound
Not to ***** an animal
Our passion for hunting is primeval
We are up quite early, hoping our exhaustive efforts will become our payday
We freeze and we sweat, all within the same day
We walk and walk
Though sometimes we give in to just plain talk
Gosh dang the good heavens above
It's the pureness of hunting for which we so love
So many emotions and feelings that we truly do feel:
Anger, hurt, anxiety, relaxation, tiredness, thirst, pure joy, the adrenaline rush, the shout of exultation, the exuberance, and the feel of our gun’s barrel made of cold steel
The infinite gratification of sneaking up on a wild animal
Looking through the scope for the fortieth time makes this hunt very personal
Watching a deer go into hyperdrive
Makes you love just being alive
The smell of sagebrush
Has always given me an enormous rush
The change of autumn colors seen upon the tree leaves
Reminds me that soon we will be wearing heavier shirt sleeves
The flash of a white tail
A breathe held in curtail
The loading and chambering of a rifle's shell
A bad slip on a rock, oh heck, I broke another good nail
Hurry, hurry, they're getting away
Means that we don't stop and admit dismay
Rifle and shoulder do meet
A feeling so very sweet
The crash and boom as the shot echoes from every clime
So worth the climb and the time
A sense of relief
Silence everywhere though it be brief
The caressing of the fur that my deer did so proudly wear
Is an answer to my most fervent prayer
Food I will have for my family made sure
Winter's inclement weather we can now quietly endure
I thank God for each hunting season
For He and often only He knows the real reason
Why I took the life of another of his precious creatures
He knows that I wasn't just after the beauty of those majestic and heavenly antlers
With my sons, we’ve had quite the adventures
Stealing up and down the mountainside, we laid up memorable moments filled with great treasures
I’ve loved hunting with my sons each year
When I am gone, please, don't shed a tear
For my spirit will be upon each lingering and whispering breeze
As you take up your rifle once again, remember to aim...the trigger, gently squeeze
For your kids and my sake
Remember never the hunt to forsake
Your sons or daughters an eternal memory made or picture to take
Of their memorable hunt, being upon a mountaintop, dipping their fingers in an ice-cold stream, or maybe even walking next to the deep blue hue of a gorgeous, high mountain lake
Though they too will grow old and move away
Your cherished memories will always hold sway
Of their days with old Dad
When he became their greatest comrade.
Written by:Jason Cheney
November 1, 2020
My sons and I find pleasure in the fall by putting on orange
We’ve spent many a day hiking the vastness of the range
We look forward to this time of season
For feeding our family is really the reason
We traipse up and down the ravines
Many times going through willows and vines
Looking for elk and deer
Sometimes coming upon cliffs quite sheer
We talk and make chitchat of life and what could be
But we wouldn't dare miss what's beyond the next lee
A quick, sharp eye is essential
We try going to areas with lots of potential
We look up and down; and yes, all around
Moving too and fro, hoping to make very little sound
Not to ***** an animal
Our passion for hunting is primeval
We are up quite early, hoping our exhaustive efforts will become our payday
We freeze and we sweat, all within the same day
We walk and walk
Though sometimes we give in to just plain talk
Gosh dang the good heavens above
It's the pureness of hunting for which we so love
So many emotions and feelings that we truly do feel:
Anger, hurt, anxiety, relaxation, tiredness, thirst, pure joy, the adrenaline rush, the shout of exultation, the exuberance, and the feel of our gun’s barrel made of cold steel
The infinite gratification of sneaking up on a wild animal
Looking through the scope for the fortieth time makes this hunt very personal
Watching a deer go into hyperdrive
Makes you love just being alive
The smell of sagebrush
Has always given me an enormous rush
The change of autumn colors seen upon the tree leaves
Reminds me that soon we will be wearing heavier shirt sleeves
The flash of a white tail
A breathe held in curtail
The loading and chambering of a rifle's shell
A bad slip on a rock, oh heck, I broke another good nail
Hurry, hurry, they're getting away
Means that we don't stop and admit dismay
Rifle and shoulder do meet
A feeling so very sweet
The crash and boom as the shot echoes from every clime
So worth the climb and the time
A sense of relief
Silence everywhere though it be brief
The caressing of the fur that my deer did so proudly wear
Is an answer to my most fervent prayer
Food I will have for my family made sure
Winter's inclement weather we can now quietly endure
I thank God for each hunting season
For He and often only He knows the real reason
Why I took the life of another of his precious creatures
He knows that I wasn't just after the beauty of those majestic and heavenly antlers
With my sons, we’ve had quite the adventures
Stealing up and down the mountainside, we laid up memorable moments filled with great treasures
I’ve loved hunting with my sons each year
When I am gone, please, don't shed a tear
For my spirit will be upon each lingering and whispering breeze
As you take up your rifle once again, remember to aim...the trigger, gently squeeze
For your kids and my sake
Remember never the hunt to forsake
Your sons or daughters an eternal memory made or picture to take
Of their memorable hunt, being upon a mountaintop, dipping their fingers in an ice-cold stream, or maybe even walking next to the deep blue hue of a gorgeous, high mountain lake
Though they too will grow old and move away
Your cherished memories will always hold sway
Of their days with old Dad
When he became their greatest comrade.
Written by:Jason Cheney
November 1, 2020
