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Opening Day , Deer Season!

Dust rises over the gravel roads,

as the ditches fill with cans.

Tossed from an endless cavalcade,

of cars trucks and vans.

For months I’ve rode  these mountain trails,

and never saw a soul,

Now, there’s a camp at every salt lick,

creek crossing and water hole.

Now I aint apposed to hunting,

I‘ve shot a deer or two,

But I sure get sick of all the garbage,

Left by town folk passing through!


Mike Puhallo

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