Gary R Akin
This is the story of the new game pole
And a camp full of hunters, some young and some old.
It was built in the spring of two thousand and two.
It’s a big heavy beam that could hold quite a few.
The season started when trees still held their leaves.
The deer weren’t yet moving,
hell we were wearing short sleeves.
Muzzleloading season came and went.
No bucks were spotted,
the game pole hadn’t been bent.
Early rifle season was more of the same,
no bucks taken when “The Regulars” came.
But the other camps also weren’t doing too great.
Not much was happenin’ then Jake got an ‘8’!
Next up to the camp were the “Grumpy Old Men”.
We’d always hung one by now,
since who knows when.
Rich and I hunted hard with Mag and Bird.
We had Uncle Don and Pop too,
but no shots were heard.
I was starting to feel that things couldn’t get worse.
And that Damned game pole just might be a curse.
It was late in the season,
not too long to go.
Had “The Green Camp” hung a buck?
The answer was NO!
But, persistence is a virtue
Rich never forgot it.
Working the wind in fresh snow,
he saw a big buck and he shot it!
Here’s a toast to Rich!
Thanks for breakin’ the ice.
We’ll bend that pole again,
at least once or twice!
Adirondack Camp Journal 