Geese

Hunting geese, a noble feat

Dawn breaks, the day is sweet

The gun is loaded, heart beats fast

The hunt begins, it won’t be the last

The geese are flying, high in the sky

Their honks fill the air, a sweet lullaby

The hunter waits, patient and still

For the perfect shot, his gun to spill

The goose falls, a graceful glide

The hunter triumphs, with pride

A trophy to mount, a story to tell

Of the hunt for geese, and how it went well

Deer

In the forest, the deer roam free

Their graceful legs, a sight to see

The hunter waits, with bated breath

For the perfect shot, a deer to death

The rifle cocked, the trigger pulled

The deer falls, its fate is sealed

A trophy to mount, a victory won

The hunt for deer, has just begun

The hunter stands, with a sense of pride

A deer’s life, has been denied

But the hunt is not just for the kill

It’s a chance to be still, and appreciate the thrill

So let us hunt, with respect and care

And appreciate the wild, and all that’s fair

The hunt for deer, a sacred rite

A chance to connect, with nature’s might

Quail

The quail roams, through fields and brush

Its plump form, a tempting rush

The hunter waits, with gun in hand

For the perfect shot, to a quail’s end

The shot rings out, echoing loud

The quail falls, in a bed of shroud

A trophy to claim, a victory won

The hunt for quail, has just begun

The hunter walks, with a sense of pride

A quail’s life, has been denied

But the hunt is not just for the kill

It’s a chance to be still, and appreciate the thrill

So let us hunt, with respect and care

And appreciate the wild, and all that’s fair

The hunt for quail, a sacred rite

A chance to connect, with nature’s might

PREP.

The hunt is near, the excitement builds

Preparation is key, to avoid any spills

Check your gear, make sure it’s sound

Guns and ammo, all safe and found

Pack your bag, with all you’ll need

Food and water, a first aid kit indeed

Dress in layers, to keep warm and dry

In the wild, you never know what lies

Know the land, where you’ll be hunting

Respect the rules, no point in flaunting

Be aware, of your surroundings and prey

The hunt is a game, of skill and sway

So as you prepare, for the hunt ahead

Remember the rules, and use your head

The hunt is a thrill, a challenge to face

But always be safe, and show some grace

Lining it Up

The elk stands tall, a majestic sight

His antlers wide, a regal delight

The hunter waits, with gun in hand

For the perfect shot, to a grand elk’s end

The wind is still, the air is clear

The hunter’s aim, holds no fear

The shot rings out, echoing loud

The elk falls, in a bed of shroud

A trophy to mount, a victory won

The hunt for elk, has just begun

The hunter walks, with a sense of pride

An elk’s life, has been denied

But the hunt is not just for the kill

It’s a chance to be still, and appreciate the thrill

So let us hunt, with respect and care

And appreciate the wild, and all that’s fair

The hunt for elk, a sacred rite

A chance to connect, with nature’s might

Dressing

The hunt is done, the day is through

The animal slain, its life now through

But the work is not, quite done yet

There’s still the task, of dressing the pet

The knife is sharp, the cuts are clean

The animal’s hide, soon to be seen

The meat is good, a nourishing treat

A task well done, no meat to eat

So let us dress, with respect and care

The animal slain, now beyond repair

And as we work, to skin and meat

Let us remember, the animal’s defeat

The hunt is a thrill, a challenge to face

But as we dress, let us show some grace

For the animal’s life, was taken with care

And now it feeds us, a bounty to share

Arrow

The bow is strung, the arrow nocked

The hunt begins, with stealth and shock

The prey is near, the hunter’s aim is true

The arrow flies, a sight to view

The animal falls, a graceful glide

The hunter triumphs, with pride

A trophy to mount, a story to tell

Of the hunt with bow, and how it went well

The hunt with bow, a noble feat

It takes skill and strength, to make the kill complete

But the hunt is not just for the kill

It’s a chance to be still, and appreciate the thrill

So let us hunt, with respect and care

And appreciate the wild, and all that’s fair

The hunt with bow, a sacred rite

A chance to connect, with nature’s might

Hunt with Father

Hunting with father, a memory dear

A bond that’s strong, a bond that’s clear

The woods are still, the air is cold

The hunt begins, a story to be told

The father teaches, the son listens well

The ways of the hunt, a story to tell

The gun is cocked, the shot rings out

A trophy to claim, without a doubt

The father smiles, the son beams with pride

A bond that’s strong, on this hunting ride

The hunt is done, the day is through

But the memories made, will last their whole life through

So let us hunt, with our loved ones near

A bond that’s strong, a bond that’s clear

The hunt is a thrill, a challenge to face

But with loved ones by our side, we find our place.

Innate

Hunting is innate, a primal urge

Deep within us, it does emerge

A need to hunt, to kill and eat

To survive and thrive, a primal feat

From our ancestors, it’s in our blood

A skill passed down, a bond unshackled

The hunt is a challenge, a test of might

A chance to connect, with nature’s light

So let us hunt, with respect and care

And appreciate the wild, and all that’s fair

The hunt is a thrill, a challenge to face

But let us remember, our primal place

For hunting is innate, a part of who we are

It’s in our blood, it’s not that far

So let us embrace, our primal side

And hunt with pride, with skill and with grace.

Scoffed

I set out early, at first light

To find my prey, with all my might

I stalked the fields, I crept through the wood

But no sign of the prey that I sought

I waited and watched, I listened and learned

But still the prey remained undiscovered

I trudged on, through rain and through sleet

Hoping for luck, but luck was not sweet

As the day grew long and the shadows grew tall

I knew deep down, my hunt had hit a wall

Disappointed and tired, I turned for home

Empty handed and alone

But though the hunt was a failure this time

I’ll be back out there, just as fine

For the thrill of the chase, the rush of the kill

Is a feeling that I’ll always find.

Camouflage

I am one with the earth, I blend in with the land

My presence is hidden, my movements are planned

I am the hunter, the predator supreme

My prey is unaware, as I slip like a dream

I am camouflaged, a ghost in the wild

My prey is oblivious, as I slip through the miles

I move with the breeze, I blend with the trees

My prey is unaware, of the hunter that sees

I am the predator, the hunter unseen

My prey is unsuspecting, as I slip through the green

I am one with the earth, I blend in with the land

My prey is unaware, as I slip through the sand.

Quite

You move through the forest, with quiet footsteps and ease

You are on the hunt, your senses on high degrees

You listen for rustling, a twig that may snap

You are the hunter, you won’t let your prey escape

You are silent as a shadow, as you slip through the brush

You are stealthy and cunning, a master of hush

You are the hunter, and you’ll get your kill

But for now, you remain still and chill

You are quiet as a whisper, as you stalk through the trees

You are patient and waiting, for your prey to be at ease

You are the hunter, and you’ll get your fill

But for now, you remain silent and still.

Still

The stillness of dawn

As I set out on my hunt

Silent and alone

Tracking my prey, unknown

Through the mist and the dew

Scent

The scent of the forest

As I search for my prey

The musk of the deer

The rustle of leaves, clear

I follow the trail, astray

Unseen

The stealth of the hunter

As I creep through the brush

Silent and unseen

My prey unaware, serene

Until it’s too late, a rush

Evades

The cunning of the prey

As it evades my grasp

Skittering through the trees

Hiding in the leaves

Forever out of my clasp

Rush

The adrenaline rush

As I close in for the kill

Heart pounding in my chest

The thrill of the hunt, a test

Victory at last, a thrill

Conqueror

The satisfaction

As I stand over my prize

The sweat on my brow

The rush of the hunt, a vow

I am the conqueror, wise

Untamed

The challenge of the unknown

As I set out once again

Into the wild, untamed

Tracking a new prey, unnamed

The hunt goes on, amen.

Bear

Bear hunt in the woods

Silent, stealthy, and alone

Victory at last

Moose

Moose in the clearing

Majestic, majestic beast

A true hunter’s prize

Fox

Fox in the brush

Sly, quick, and hard to catch

But worth the pursuit.

Ode to Hunting

Oh hunting, the thrill of the chase

The rush of adrenaline, the fire in your veins

The stealth and the skill, the cunning and the guile

The feeling of triumph, when you capture your prey with a smile

The beauty of the wilderness, the majesty of the wild

The solitude of the hunt, the focus of the mind

The bond with nature, the respect for the prey

The pride in the kill, the honor of the way

Oh hunting, the sport of the brave

The test of the hunter, the challenge of the cave

The primal instinct, the code of the land

The tradition of the hunt, the art of the hand

Oh hunting, the passion of the soul

The connection to the earth, the goal of the whole

The respect for the cycle, the balance of the game

The way of the hunter, the eternal flame