Best Deer Hunting Poems

It seems like we thrive from the adrenaline flow
While hunting the morning of the very first snow.
For all the mornings that we practically froze
When we can't feel our fingers, or the tips of our toes.

Yet, we still hunt day after day
In anticipation of the moment...

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Silently I walk inside the woods of wonder
Vigilant of signs that I seek of prey,
Blending with landscapes display,
Exploring networks without blunder,
Not placing anything into plunder.
Seek to win my prize in anyway.
Never to eradicate, for only play,
Whether mammal or animal sunder.

Both quarries I believe are cunning.
That...

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(This is a fictional poem)

When my friend and I went deer hunting, I accidentally shot a doe.
If you're wondering if I got away with it, the answer is no.
It was a bad day for me to lose my glasses.
The game warden saw us and he...

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I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense danger. 
There is a lack of sameness however.

I look at my brother and shake my head as he
Starts for the...

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He moves quickly through the underbrush
I follow close behind, pushing
Briars cautiously with a hand prepared 
To let go hastily and a throat
Holding onto a shudder in response
To the graze of the briar against
Soft, naked skin

He pulls bare branches back,
Threading his way through the pines,
Oaks, birch...

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hunters are long gone
remaining deer are safe
meadow is still in shock from the gunplay

november sunset is a relief
no more loud noises
no more death

bam!
spoken too soon...

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