Another hunting season gone by and past

I’d waited all year but it went by too fast

Months of hoping for tracks and snow

But it’s over now,.. ten more months to go

Time to reflect on what could have been

What would I do different if I could do it again

Should I have gone searching the roads for a track

Would I have had better luck if I had that day back

Maybe I should have just taken a stand

On that cold frosty morning I checked out new land

 Should I have climbed up a tree where I’d see all around

On the day I was creeping and I stayed on the ground

But as I think back,.. each morning, I’d say

I couldn’t have felt better for my chances that day

Some days didn’t turn out the way that I’d planned

But they’re part of the BIG picture, you understand

So I try not to look back with any regret

Because there’s been nothing this season, I want to forget

Sure, it hurt pretty bad when I missed and screwed up

When it went well though,.. Jack and Coke from the old tin cup!

There’s also the great days we spent at the camp

Coffee pots perking and lighting wood that was damp

And when we got lucky there were pictures taken

We all went outside for lots of hand shakin’

A season is a collection of days and hopes

Memories woven by the strongest of ropes

Events that are shared by family and friends

Moments we hold on to when the season ends

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