Hunting at Night

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In small town America, back in the Day, hunting season was whenever you thought you could get by with doing it; still is in some places. --- Penalties were doled out in different ways too.

Submitted: May 22, 2018

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Submitted: May 22, 2018



Twas Arley Thieson and a guy named Trent

Got drunk, after work, one Friday night.

Hunting season was more than over

But both the men thought that wasn't right.

So they recruited two others, Morley and Bob,

Bob had a truck with spotlights, (You know?).

They fetched their guns, flashlights, and beer

And headed for trouble; (Not the right way to go.).


There were two men in the cab and two in the back

As they headed inland from the Oregon coast.

They all had agreed they'd stay out of sight

Less an agreement and more of a boast.

From the tiny town they took logging roads

And drove awhile with the spotlights on

No deer were seen so they stopped the truck

And hunted on foot until almost dawn.


Suddenly a figure was seen in a clearing

A meadow clearing of grasses, tall.

Morley said, "There's beer in da fe-eld

Shush, now suoosh, let's shoot um all."

Arley raised his rifle and Trent shined a light

There was eyes reflecting out in the field

Arley fired, then the rest of them fired

Then they all staggered out to count their yield.






"Your in luck today, Arley Thieson,

Being the only mechanic, for a good long way.

I'd send you to jail but my car needs service

So it's community service you'll be doing today.


Here's the keys, come back when it's serviced,

Washed, waxed, and vacuumed well.

And it better be running like a well oiled top

Or your next seven days will be hell!


 As far as a judgment on all four of you fools

You'll pay restitution for the farmer's cow!

 Four bullets in Flossy were found and recovered

And as drunk as you were, I don't see how."



D. Thurmond / JEF


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