Rich Akin

 This is about rifles and the ones that we pick.
 Most people will tell you though
 They'll all do the trick  

 Now I'm not gonna tell you
 I'm the world's greatest shot
 But I remember bucks missed
 And the ones that I've got. 
 
 There's different kinds of hunters
 Each have their own plan
 Some guys are walkers
 And some like to stand
  
 Some guys climb up trees
 And others sit on stumps
 Some choose lever actions
 While others prefer pumps
  
 For the guy watching the field
 From high up in a tree
 His weapon of choice is the .243
  
 But when on the ground hunting
 Where the brambles get thick
 A .35 Marlin will always do the trick
  
 Where the woods open up though
 And the distance might be great
 You're much better off with a nice .308
  
 The two rifles most common
 That get compared every year
 Are the ones that by far
 Have taken the most deer
  
 The .06 and .270
 Are the most popular in the field
 At 300 yards out
 A buck's fate can be sealed
  
 Old timers will insist though
 That it's one or the other
 But there's differences of opinion here
 Just go ask my brother
  
 He has an .06, nearly calls it by name
 And he damn sure has taken his share of Big Game
 My Uncle's .270 he bought in '52,
 Has never not done what he's asked it to do.
  
 Pop's .35 is one of his oldest guns
 It has been proven and tested
 By all FOUR of his sons
  
 So what is the reason for this poem to rhyme?
 Just put your first shot
 where it counts every time

 You'll feel so much better
 When you drop him right there
 Than to follow a blood trail 
that peters out to thin air. 

It's not the size of the bullet,
It's where you put the hole!
(with a .270 of course)

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