Fictional Duck Hunting

[musketman]

Daryl at the ducks.
(with apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer)


It was opening day of duck season, before the crack of dawn.

A freezing drizzle was falling as we walked out to Daryl

 

[bob1961]

i bet you didn't know it

but you are surely a poet.... :blah: :haha: :haha:..........................bob

 

[Rebel]

Ohh Musket man, ye Lord of Words

Whatever made you think

Of writing such a lovely poem

It must have been the drinks.

Great poem M M.

 

[Huntinfool]

:applause: :applause: :applause: :applause: :applause: :applause: :applause:

I wanna Go !! ::


Chuck Goodall
"The Original Huntin' Fool"
&
Kanawha Ranger Scribe

 

[Liver eatin’ Johnson]

oh my gosh... :haha:

 

Yee-gads, he's a poet,
though frum his photo you'd never know it.
He'd have us think, and without a drink,
he'd dash a duck
quick as spendin' a buck
With that Musket Bess,
without sights no less!
And with a single ball I suppose
he'd lead it past it's nose,
then let fly that giant ball,
making duck soup, feathers and all! :blah: :blah:

 

Missed, eh? :bull:
: Oh well, can't win 'em all.
: A very good poem for sure, Musketman.

 

[musketman]

Well, someone had to miss, but now you're famous, eh?

Thanks for being a great sport about it and for giving me permission to drag your name in the mud with the rest of ours... ::

 

[bob1961]

"mud"....i thought it was freezing rain that froze to us :nono: ..............bob

 

[musketman]

"mud"....i thought it was freezing rain that froze to us :nono: ..............bob

All of the flash from Stumpkiller's extra-heavy charge of FFg melted the freezing rain and caused the mud to form...

See how neatly everything fits together... :haha: :winking:

 

[Stumpkiller]

Frost DOWN to my thighs??

Somewhere the sun is shining,
Somewhere the children shout.
But there is no joy at Daryl's blind,
Stumpie's coffee has run out.