Archive for the Hunting Category

Saddles Sore

Posted in Blogroll, Hunting, Life, Nature, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized on November 21, 2008 by Outdoors2

I’d let you go.
untouched unseen
Faded dull,
became your sheen

With lack of heed
your jeweled patine
tarnished
green
by envies course

We shared this view
As longed for each
To blush
again so soon

To strip you down
with oiled scents
callous hands
massaged back
Smooth

Though done before
caressed and buffed
Polished
once more
to all your splendor

We’ll let them know
We share this
Bond
By winning
First in show

~Outdoors2 5/08

Mid Morning Ride

Posted in Creativity, Friends, Hunting, Life, Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized on May 26, 2008 by Outdoors2

With a swift crack of the crop

He neighs as he rears and hoofs come down hard.
Pounding the ground ‘thump’ with a thunderous bolt.
Faster than the grasshoppers among Timothy grass.
Yah!! She yells and he bucks a wicked once.

He continues his stride longer and faster
as she grabs his mane tighter with screams
Yah!! Yah!!
to where they are headed is with out a care
but the ride is the limits, if limits were there

Faster!, Faster!
Till all bristles are straight. As if a paint brush
quickly readying to stroke virgin canvas
This portrait of ecstasy is done by a master
The clods that he scours, fly by in a flash
the few that have circled are on their way back

Yah!! Yah!!
He jumps in his canter, as he’s off on this dash.
She pitches to the left as the gritty balls fly,
then back to the right to avoid her sweet sighs.
The river ahead will clean them up well!
The moisture of sweat slipstreaming her thighs.

He slows to a trot,
As the river is thick, overflowing its banks.
She releases his cape in a unparalleled quench.
He kneels down as if bow, then her legs cast away.
They shiver the calmness, after this ride of midday

~Outdoors2 5/08

FIRE BREWED

Posted in Blogroll, Cooking, Creativity, Fishing, Friends, Hunting, Life, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Uncategorized on May 22, 2008 by Outdoors2

Chili ’s not made with all measures of which,
But dashes of that and handfuls of this.
Big chunks of onion and plenty of sauce,
Squeezed to extract and steeped in the rue
Tomatoes chopped up and and pushed in to stew
Add cumin not spooned but shook with a shake
The most cayenne also that your stomach can take
The mushrooms are thrown from the woods to the pot
Just a half jig of ‘basco, to get her plenty hot
So slice up the sausage and grind up beef too
This brew will be ready in an hour or two
Still the true test will come as it sits and melds sin
Tomorrow’s guarantee? You’ll have to stay in…;P


~Outdoors2

Best Friend

Posted in Blogroll, Friends, Hunting, Life, Nature, photography, Poetry, Sports, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on October 26, 2007 by Outdoors2
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I lost my ‘Friend’ when I was away in the service,
“Blue” was his name
We were both in love with the outdoors
Always together romping afield
searching for birds, Each, we adored….

He was a mutt of grandest of champs
no one would give litter a look
my uncle gave in and brought home his sis
Smokie they named her
as black and white mixed on her coat

My Dad took her in as we sat by the fire
Said she’s of pure in the heart
I remember the thought
as my dream of one’s sought
My pal would soon be coming my way

Dad took uncle Jeff to the breeder of sorts
Got there as quick as he could
Only one male for this little tale
and Dad wanted nothing of pups

With such a relief and smile on his face
Daddy came back with my pal
We grew as a pair as he was always there
my buddy my friend and “My Champ”

We hunted all over for pheasant and fowl
thru briars and brush without fail
my buds would call him a pain, cause he
would knock over drinks with his tail

He would bolt for the smell
of which I’ll not tell
and come back
when he was tired and through

But faithful was he, to be by my side
Big “Blue” was his name and
there’ll never be same (sigh)
and when he did pass….forever I’ll cry

©~RRS ~ Outdoors2

Thanks, Luci

Image by… Antti Saraja

Posted in Blogroll, Camping, Fishing, flyfishing, Hiking, Hunting, Life, Nature, Poetry, Seasons with tags , on October 14, 2007 by Outdoors2

 

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

–Emily Brontë (1818-48)

 

Quiet Banter

Posted in Blogroll, Hunting, Life, Nature, photography, Poetry with tags , , , , on October 8, 2007 by Outdoors2


You lead I follow..You hint I hear
You hide I seek..You look I fear

You move I feel..You come I tense
Your scent I smell..Your breath I sense

You dart I go..You pulse I pound
You rest I pause..
For You I’ve Found!

©~RRS, ~Outdoors2

Excited Calm

Posted in Blogroll, Hunting, Life, Nature, Poetry, Seasons with tags , , , , on October 3, 2007 by Outdoors2

Day begins on frosted blades,
from under with quiet shatter.
Stealth’s required near you now,
tis all that seems to matter.

Calmness of the dawns encase,
is deafening to my soul.
Without your scent to fill the air,
all senses take control.

Treading forth, but gracefully
on edge to judge our distance.
Peaks aware of all sensation
holding aft, with all resistance.

Your silhouette is all thats cast,
so entwined in amber hue.
This quest unfolds in wonder now,
as I behold, the beauty in you.

©~RRS, ~Outdoors2