Deer Hunting

by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA

Nov 2012 2,962 Views 4 comments

Deer Hunting

Blow hard cold gales across crumpled corn stalks
Dark skies spitting frozen granules of snow
Forcing my eyes into slits my sight blocks
Squinting for my prey down long stubbled rows

Take away, just numb my other senses
Perching up on an old tree stump to sit
Cover the run for it to jump fences
My rifle held firmly in my warm mitt

Hours and hours so alone with my thoughts
For soft hushs of breath inhale and depart
Like when success comes and goes casting lots
For when the moment comes with racing heart

Now my pulse quickens my blood flows fervid
Into sights my long awaited cervid

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Posted: Nov 2012

About this poem:

My sonnet is brief narritive of the experience of being a hunter....a cervid is a latin species name for deer....distinguished from Bovidae (Cows) by the male's having solid deciduous antlers and just about the only rhyme there is for fervid......

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Comments (4)

mcradloffPlatteville, Wisconsin USANov 26, 2012

I had some deer summer sausage on thanksgiving and that was the only time I got to eat deer this year. When I used to hunt we had it every year. Not alot, but enough to have some every now and then. My favorite way to make it with fried onions and wortershire sauce, barbeque sauce, and salt.

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Yankee4youOPSt. Albans, Vermont USANov 26, 2012

Yep....just a little salt and pepper works for me....and don't cook it long....

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USANov 26, 2012

Hi, Yankee4you,
Although I do eat meat and hunting is something carnivores must do (either at the supermarket or Perching up on an old tree stump), I can't help but think of the cervid Bambi - not to mention Rudolph. You have taken the sonnet form and turned Deer Hunting into something enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing - and happy hunting...

orientalkoruGlenella, Queensland AustraliaNov 26, 2012

You captured the hunter's deep passion that traverse through their veins Yankee and can't help but remember a very good friend of ours...who one time had to endure the cold at night (very lucky he didn't suffer too bad a hypothermia) for he has fallen into a ravine; broken his leg and helicopters could not get to him. Being winter they it gets dark too early so they had to call off the rescue team until the next day. WE thought he would give it up after that but nope... I call that passion... and though I don't like the idea of killing animals...it's their determination, their doggedness that I can't help but admire! Very much enjoyed this!