Why is it these problems only happen to me?
The deer always are at the one place I can’t see.
When I snuck in this morning and took my watch in the dark
I knew THIS was the place, here’s where my ass should park.

I have scrapes out in front that I’d found yesterday
There’s rubs on my left and they’re fresh I would say
There’s also a faint run that quarters up to my right
If a buck were to walk it he’d pass in clear sight

A slight breeze cools my cheek as I face to the west
To cover this area my watch is the best
There’s one spot I can’t see and that’s to the east
But my scent’s blowing there and it’s the spot I like least

So I feel pretty good as the woods start to brighten
But two hours later it’s my worries I’m fightin’
I haven’t seen anything that resembles a deer
But there’s plenty of rustles and noises I hear.

But I can’t locate the source and that bothers me
It’s probably a squirrel or a partridge maybe
It’s pretty damn close, of that I am sure
My eyes work so hard things are starting to blur

My attention is totally focused on the source of that noise
That’s when it happens, gloom replaces my joys
CRACK! A branch snaps and of course it comes from my rear
That ain’t no squirrel,… that’s a DEER!

A jolt of adrenaline slams through my body
I’m pissed at myself for letting my attention get shoddy
So I slowly turn after a moment or two
I know he’s still there, cause he never blew.

It’s thicker than hell, but I see some brown
Through a tangle of branches of a tree that was down
He’s got me pegged ’cause he’s working the air
He knows I’m around, he just doesn’t know where

Just then the breeze touches the back of my neck
How could I shoot being twisted…my nerves were a wreck
Off he went with a whirl, snort, and crash
Leaving me with thoughts and lessons to rehash

But I try to learn something when things don’t go my way
And I think I was taught something useful that day
For no matter which way you expect for your shot
You’re always gonna have that ONE Blind Spot!

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