December 12, 1960
'Twas the night before deer season, with snow in the woods,
Still snowing at sunrise as we went for the goods.
My dad and best friend and I headed out that day,
with a foot and a half powder to impede our way.
My friend and I slogged thru the hills in the snow,
While my dad leaned upon a nice oak down below.
My friend and I saw tracks, but not a thing more,
While my dad saw the buck and one shot made the score.
My friend and I walked back to admire the deer,
And I got to field dress it, as dad made it clear.
I wondered why he couldn't do it, not me,
When I finally shot one (8 yr later, in PA), his training I could see.