Hope members enjoy this poem I thought up this morning. Although it is fictional, I have seen a few Spring Turkey Hu nters that made it to a parking area-- only to fall asleep. Here it is.
I arrived first at the Public Land--
I could not believe it and thought-out DAMN!
I knew other Turkey Hunters would be here soon.--
Full of vigor like a werewolf out on a Full Moon.
That Gobbler, I scouted liked a corner of a popular Field.-
Later if I saw another Hunter, I would blink my flashlight and hopefully he would yield.
As, I thought about this, I soon went to sleep.--
Bright and Sunny, I woke up with Trucks parked around me like a Heap!
Someone left an empty paper coffee cup on my hood.--
A shot was soon heard from the direction of my Favorite Field when I finally Stood.
