Post by: Longhunter on May 18, 2014, 01:13:57 PM
by Ron LaClair..................
{I remember when, we was Mountainmen
seems like it weren't long ago
We was bullhide tough an we played real rough
there wern't a man that we couldn't throw
When we put sights on a deer our eyes was clear
an that critter was soon on a pole
We Mountainmen...who'd a thought back then
that we would ever grow old
We shoot smoothbores now, can't see rear sights
but the front blade is still fairly clear
We load them smoothies with a big round ball
an still manage to kill us some deer
We still rendezvous an we still count coup
but it ain't like it use ta be
Our joints is worn an it's hard ta run
when ya got a titanium knee
Then there's them pipes, ya just never know
if they're in the shape they should be
So the Doc he says, "Son I think it's time
ya had a colonoscopy"
Can't sleep no more on the cold hard ground
since we got that new plastic hip
use ta drink a whole jug round the fire at night
now it's just a few little sips
The day will come...not far down the road
when they'll wanna put us in a home
They'll say we're too old ta be out in the cold
to old ta hunt on our own
When they come ta take me to that old folks home
on some cold dark rainy night
They'll sure be surprised when this ole coon says,
"BOYS, THAT'LL BE AFTER THE FIGHT!"....WAGH!
But if THEY win an I'm put in
To that fearsome, lonely place
To swaller pills cause I got the chills
'Mongst wrinkles on my face,
Then remember me, Y'all that's still free,
And hold to the mountain creed,
To never rest, but fight yer best,
Till the ol' coon is finely freed!}
Post by: Two Steps on May 18, 2014, 01:52:16 PM
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Post by: Uncle Russ on May 18, 2014, 09:24:00 PM
Uncle Russ...
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Post by: huntinguy on May 20, 2014, 11:23:04 AM
That was a good, but sad, Longhunter.
Post by: Longhunter on May 20, 2014, 03:25:55 PM
I ain't a goin, no sirree
I'm stayin here, where I'm happy
I'm stayin here where I'm free
If I should die you can look fer me
In the woods is where I wanna be
Sittin back against a big oak tree
my rifle gun across my knee.
Don't carry my carcass from that place
Don't change that smile that's on my face
Just burry me there neath that big oak tree
an thankee kindly fer what ya done fer me
I'd be happier dyin an bein burryed there
than in a home amongst them that really don't care"
(http://www.shrewbows.com/rons_linkpics/Squirrel_hotel.JPG)
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Post by: 1Poet on May 20, 2014, 03:52:12 PM