Hunting Without Apologies

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 25 Nov 2022
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I saw the deer – two of them

lingering alongside

a woodsy tract of land

one doe & one dappled child-

a cute little thing

 

little did he know

this day of days would be

a memory-adventure.

 

The lure of apples

scattered in rambling

bunches along forest’s edge

led the deer

to a tree-hideaway &

thankfully a pair of binoculars fell

to the ground-

 

baby deer felt the sudden fear

in momma as both changed

into accelerated moments &

disappeared into the forest.

A safe haven was their reward.

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Poetry - For All Reasons
Nature

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Submitted by TJW on

Ever read Bambi, a Life in the Woods?  Fucking terrifying.  Much obliged for the read.

 

V/R 

TJ

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you TJW for reading my work. Growing up in the i940's after dad came home after 4 years in World War 11, eight to twelve year olds were taught how to handle shotguns and rifles carefully & respectfully  I had my own .303 rifle, a jungle carbine when I was 14, and taken everywhere when I went fishiin or hiking in the wilds of northern Quebec, near my home city Rouyn-Noranda - p0p. 40,000. Black & Gray 150 lb wolves were in great abundance. Never had to shoot one.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by TJW on

WWII, which theater? You're upbringing sounds a lot like mine: bred to arms, as the saying goes. Quebec, the French there is different than the French in France, ain't it?  I ain't against hunting, just don't buy the line that it's a sport: a line that you ain't tried to reel me in on, much obliged.  

 

V/R 

TJ

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

We hunted for meat to eat. But I don't hunt anymore - at 80 my legs can't handle too much walking. ALL THE BEST~ 

 

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