DiverFreak
02-19-2007, 11:43 AM
wanted to break the ice since i am new here with a poem i wrote while mourning the loss of my best friend.
Gander Flats Madseason
Chesapeake Bay Retreiver
Aug 17, 1995- Nov 2, 2005
I like to Diver hunt on a lonely day.
When the snow's on the ground, wind and clouds are on their way.
I like to Diver hunt way out low.
Where the alkali-bulrush likes to grow.
The river is running, the day is new.
The birds are moving, the sky is a stormy hue.
In great anticipation for the days first flight.
I throw out 5 doz. of my finest hand painted diver fakes with all my might.
Wating for shooting time always goes by so slow.
I get in the blind hastily for the days show.
Gun is loaded, Gun Dog by my side.
Gander is my best friend, only in him i do confide.
Canvasbacks, Canvasbacks"BAM", what an awesome sight.
Gander's in the river, the strong current he has to fight.
Drake in mouth, now returnig to my hand.
How could being a gun dog owner ever be more grand.
Whistling wings!"BLACKJACKS", oh but they are to tall.
My partner lets out a sigh, hoping i will shoot and some will fall.
Patience is a virtue, i quietly whisper to my friend.
His ears pop up at the sound of Blackjacks returning from around the bend.
1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots to my surprise.
3 drakes floating after meeting there, 3 report demise.
2 birds in hand and 1 retreive to go
coming out of the North it starts to snow.
Sky now filled with winter ducks on the fly.
5 more shots and we limit out with 3 drake goldeney.
This hunt was 3 years before you had to go.
I pray to God," That when we meet again, we can continue the show.
After all we have been thru, I have this to say.
Since you have been gone,"I prefer to Diver hunt on a lonely day".
And when its my turn to take that fateful, terminal ride.
Please Gander, Let it be you who meets me on the other side!
DiverFreak
Gander Flats Madseason
Chesapeake Bay Retreiver
Aug 17, 1995- Nov 2, 2005
I like to Diver hunt on a lonely day.
When the snow's on the ground, wind and clouds are on their way.
I like to Diver hunt way out low.
Where the alkali-bulrush likes to grow.
The river is running, the day is new.
The birds are moving, the sky is a stormy hue.
In great anticipation for the days first flight.
I throw out 5 doz. of my finest hand painted diver fakes with all my might.
Wating for shooting time always goes by so slow.
I get in the blind hastily for the days show.
Gun is loaded, Gun Dog by my side.
Gander is my best friend, only in him i do confide.
Canvasbacks, Canvasbacks"BAM", what an awesome sight.
Gander's in the river, the strong current he has to fight.
Drake in mouth, now returnig to my hand.
How could being a gun dog owner ever be more grand.
Whistling wings!"BLACKJACKS", oh but they are to tall.
My partner lets out a sigh, hoping i will shoot and some will fall.
Patience is a virtue, i quietly whisper to my friend.
His ears pop up at the sound of Blackjacks returning from around the bend.
1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots to my surprise.
3 drakes floating after meeting there, 3 report demise.
2 birds in hand and 1 retreive to go
coming out of the North it starts to snow.
Sky now filled with winter ducks on the fly.
5 more shots and we limit out with 3 drake goldeney.
This hunt was 3 years before you had to go.
I pray to God," That when we meet again, we can continue the show.
After all we have been thru, I have this to say.
Since you have been gone,"I prefer to Diver hunt on a lonely day".
And when its my turn to take that fateful, terminal ride.
Please Gander, Let it be you who meets me on the other side!
DiverFreak