Well, it"ll be daylight soon.
We can just see what's left of the moon.
We rushed to get to the place we needed to be.
It's necessary to get settled quitely.

Day begins to break, and here comes the sun,
and the birds begin to sing one by one.
Sounds like this are great to hear.
Now let's see if we can't see a deer.

While sitting quitely and breathing now and then,
hearing your heart beat, and having your face kissed by the wind...
you hear a twig snap not too far away.
You say to yourself, this is my buck for the day.

You wait and listen, and in straining to see...
out of the brush comes a large doe towards me.
Boy, she is as pretty as a picture...slick and fat.
Whatta a picture I could take of her from where I sat.

Another hour passed, then I heard the sound of a taught barbed wire twang.
I knew that a deer had jumped the fence, my heart began to sang.
I turned slowly in that direction...hoping for some luck.
There standing broadside, I saw a large twelve point buck.

I raised my gun quite and slow.
Because I knew that the slightest sound, and he would go.
The scope revealed an outstanding buck...none have I seen bigger.
I had him in the cross-hair, but I couldn't pull the trigger.

I slowly put my gun down...
this of course without a sound.
With a feeling of self satisfaction, for seeing such a deer.
Believe it or not, I just stood up and said, "get out of here".