Hunter’s Truth
Posted By Randy on April 7, 2021
Northern Spotted Owl (Source: Smithsonian Magazine)
By LFM
No sunset on a dirty gun,
Nor blade that’s less than keen.
See to your Horse and Dog my boy,
Before your boots are clean.
By night array your clothes and arms
So dark won’t hide their place,
Ere comes the call for girding up
And joining in the chase!
Strike only when the moment’s True,
Leave nought to be forgiven,
Who’s worthy of the Quarry’s Gift,
Bears not a soul that’s riven.
Pure purpose is the Hunter’s Way,
Stripped free of self-delusion,
And lesser men who think him owned
Are prey to his illusion.
Very well crafted braiding of will ,means, death,and life
To those really alive it is the art of Living. Dogs understand this truth.
Randy you never disappoint . Salute!
Merci Auld Sotte!
Sage advice. Nice to have you back.
Well thank you Steve, although as you know, I never left but rather continued toiling in the shadows.
If Hemingway wrote poetry–greetings Brother!
Thank you Gary, and he actually did dabble in it, producing such uplifting ditties as this:
No wonder he drank so much.