It’s Friday night, the day before
They’ll be here soon, coming back for more
The Hunters
The foreman is ready
He knows what to do,
He’s got there early
To prepare the stew.
Greetings are exchanged
And the B.S. gets thick
John’s here now, and so is “Rip”.
Joe swears he’s not a dog
A portagee instead,
Smart as a log.
Murray and Dad are well on their way,
At least they made it
To the middle of the day.
Kris and Kevin are having a ball
So is their Dad
With a Southern Comfort Highball.
Grandpa is silent
Amazed at it all.
For David and Amos
Tomorrow is a big day,
They’re almost hunters
A deer is as good as a lay.
The hunters are ready
To get at the stew.
How does Bill do it
With just an old shoe.
There’s something special about this tradition
Without a doubt, we’re a harmonious coalition.
Yes we all need it and we’ll be back for more,
Thanks to you Grandpa, life’s not a bore.
Dinner is over
It’s time to deal a few hands.
John falls off the table
No one knows where he lands.
Here comes Tony and all his boys,
“Where in the hell is the stew, you guys?”
The hunt is being planned
But the foreman is silent.
He knows that the sober morning
Will somehow change it.
“Shit John,
How did you miss that deer last year?”
“Buck you Joe,
That damn deer knocked over my beer!!”
“You going out tomorrow Dad?”
“I’ll go up the road.
If I can get there by 11,
That won’t be bad.”
The snoring has started,
And the stew does its job.
Here comes Eric and Edsel
To complete the mob.
“Where the hell’s the stew?”
“How about some Southern Comfort?”
“Piss on you!!”
It’s four A.M. the foreman says…
““You wanna hunt
Get your dick out of bed.”
We have coffee and cantelope
And cereal and rolls,
And pork rinds with Tabasco sauce
For those with colds.
Every year I’m constipated
Bill’s stew is to balme.
All the others have the runs,
Why can’t I be the same.
“Who’s going to the Rock??”
“The brush needs working too!!”
Eric wants poison oak hill,
All the smart hunters do.
The assignments are made
It’s almost light.
The hunters are leaving,
They’re now out of sight.
“Was that a shot??”
“We have our first kill!!”
“No, it’s just Bill’s stew
On it’s way up the hill.”
Kris and Kevin are still in bed
While visions of being grown up
Dance in their heads.
It’s ten-thirty now
Time for Dad to get up.
I better put on some brew
So he can have a cup.
God, it’s nice to be here.
There’s something special about this tradition
Without a doubt, we’re a harmonious coalition.
Yes we all need it and we’ll be back for more,
Thanks to you Grandpa, life’s not a bore.
