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A Collection Of Poems, Jokes, And Funny Stories. Written by Traditional Archers, and Bowhunters,
POEMS Ode To The White Woods By George D. Stout Old staves of white wood stand in line against the cabin wall Their journey to the bowyer’s bench begins with careful cull The crafter’s eye seeks out the path of rings that seem to hide Beneath the bark and sapwood that belie what lay inside
His hickory stave has spent the past year waiting in the wings Arriving to that perfect stage that air dried curing brings He uses not a fancy gauge to show him when to start He simply knows the time is now, and feels it in his heart
His draw knife lays aside the bark as he pulls the sharp blade near And brings to view the underlying rings that formed each year And with each stroke he deftly takes, he opens up a door And gets a glimpse of older times, to years that went before
He seeks a wide ring for the back, a year of wealth and fare When feeding rains fell frequently and nights were cool and fair Such times will bring a weapon that will serve the hunter well Through many years in field and wood, cross mountain, hill and dell
The shavings that lie on the floor beneath the bowyer’s stand Sift gently cross the cabin floor like shifting desert sand Each piece a minute drawn from time that once was here and now Each stroke adds to the hours that accrue within the pile
And now he holds his new born bow all polished to a tee With linen string he braces it then rests it on his knee Then off he goes into the woods to play the game once more And see just what the white wood and the red gods have in store. ~George D. Stout~
JOKES Two novice bow hunters went out, got lucky and killed a deer. They grabbed him by the back legs and started dragging him out. On their way out they met an old longbow bow hunter leaning against a tree. The experienced bow hunter said: "If you each grab an antler instead of the back legs and drag him out it will be a lot easier." The two novices thanked him grabbed the antlers and started off again. After a bit one said: "You know he was right this is much easier." "Yes" said the other one. "But we are getting further away from the truck." ~Submitted by - Peter Darby~
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