Duck Hunting Poem by Dwayne Bailey

Duck Hunting

Pitch black outside, ten below zero,
Man I am freezing cold;
My age is starting to creep up on me,
and boy am I feeling old.
But as the sky starts to lighten,
once black starts to turn blue;
My heart starts to beat a little faster,
my energy and strength are renewed.
Then I see the ducks in the distance,
take off for their morning flight;
I no longer notice the cold,
as I keep the ducks in my sight.
Slowly I start to call,
I see the ducks look my way;
Their checkin out my decoy spread,
and the safety that is displayed.
They circle once, they circle twice,
Then I see them cup their wings;
They are going to try and land,
oh what happiness this brings.
Ten feet or so from the water,
just before they land;
I bring my shotgun to my shoulder,
and steady it with my hands;
I squeeze the trigger slowly,
and let my steel shot fly;
My aim is true, my shot is perfect,
I watch the ducks fall from the sky.

Dwayne Bailey


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Very Nice! You reminder me of a poem I have and would like to share too. My brother-in-law is not a hunter, but one Saturday morning he was setting around and wrote this poem about me back in 1988. I duck hunted every weekend and any days we could. We were younger then and ate up with it. To look at him you would not guess in a million years he liked to write little poems. He did not know it but my sister gave me the poem. I thought it was great, and felt honored he wrote it about me. I put it in my hunting scrapbook and still have it after all these years. I scanned it several years ago and have it in my collection of photos on Flickr


Poem by Brent Palmer about John Geary Duck Hunter 1988 by wfhunter, on Flickr

Very nice...

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Very Nice!!

Very good....

Not to take away from all of these famous authors, but my darling wife was inspired by the poems above and jotted this down for me:

5:20 in the morning
Opps, we’re running late

LST is in an hour
The sun just will not wait!

Crawl out of bed with a moan and an ache
Not looking forward to standing in a lake

Dressed in camo, unwashed for weeks
Me or the hubby?…one of us reeks

Downstairs to get coffee and load up the truck
Forgot to charge the spotlight…seriously? F*ck

Hook up the boat and away we go
Yard looks great in the dark…can’t even tell we need to mow

Arrive at the lake, back down the ramp
Cool, misty morning, everything is damp

Lake is so low we push it to our spot
15 past LST and the ducks are hot!

Hubby grabs a gun, only time for one shell!
Two in one shot, down they fell!

Now it’s my turn, I’m new to this game
Loan, single Teal….I take my aim

Fire one and miss, confidence is low
Fire two, I got it! Time to go!

I traipse through the water, happy as can be
My gun…my duck…hubby and me 

She did good! Nice!