All through the house,
and from the spouse,
not a word is mentioned,
She knows my intention.

I look High, I look low,
1400 rounds of loaded ammo,
no empty brass can be found,
such a great way to get unwound,

Only a few things left to pack,
as I prepare to make the trek,
cleaning supplies for the bore,
that is such a dismal chore,
cases of beer for after the shoot,
this trip will be such a hoot!!!

Seven guys in two rides,
Don't bring back any prarie dog hides.
Shoot them there and let them lay,
This is how we like to play!!!

Upon closing I have to say,
p-dog safari is a wonderful four days!!!


Cheers

THE HUNTERS PRAIRIE DOG PRAYER

Now I lay me down to sleep
visions of prairie dogs I care to keep.
When I'm on the prairie, craving to roam
I never invision going home.

The helpless little varmints
I so do see.
I cock and reload
with hopes I don't have to pee.

Now it's the time
to blast them into the sky.
It's really cool
to watch them fly.

I hope like hell
I hit no sod.
When I aim below
their fat little bods.

Blow 'em sky high,
watch em fly.
The poor defenseless little bastards
are gonna die.

Kill 'em all,
watch 'em fall.
No more prairie dogs.....
None at all.

Pretty hard to top those two posts.....considering my lack of literary skills. But good luck. I am going on Thursday night and staying thru the weekend out on the plains to shoot 'em up