Dec 24, 2024
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE RIFLE
SEASON
Written by Tim Biebel
CUZ STICKLAND
‘Twas the night before Rifle Season and all
through my mind,
Were images of big bucks that were one of a
kind.
My Gear was in a pile on the bench by the
door,
The next morning I’d be wearing it at quarter
past four.
ROBBIE KROGER
I snuggled into bed but not a wink did I
sleep,
For I only saw deer as I tried to count
sheep.
My wife slept beside me and I thought, “Oh,
how I’m blessed”,
She was excited for me, but still got plenty
of rest.
HEATHER JONES SHEPHERD
I laid awake for hours on end,
Able only to think of how the next day would
trend.
My eyes were heavy but I couldn’t seem to
shake
Visions of a buck that only big dreams could
make.
HAL BLOOD
Then suddenly in front of me was the buck of
my dreams!
I brought my gun up but only heard
screams.
My safety was stuck and I could not get it
off,
And as the buck stood and stared he just
seemed to scoff.
JOSH CARNEY
The safety was stuck and try as I
might,
I fiddled and fiddled but couldn’t get it
right.
At that moment it seemed that life was not
fair,
And I succumbed to the fact that I didn’t
have a prayer.
MICHELLE SCHEUERMANN
Then oddly enough he looked at me with a
grin,
And said with a smile “You’ll never
win!”
I finally got it fixed but was just out of
luck,
For by the time I was ready out of sight ran
the buck.
JIM KELLER
When the woods settled down I heard a strange
noise,
Ringing in my head was a sound that usually
annoys.
Then I awoke to discover it all just a
scare,
For the buck in my dreams was not even
there.
DUSTY PHILLIPS
I sat up in bed and took a look at the
clock,
My alarm was sounding loud and I was still
full of shock.
I gathered my strength and hopped out of
bed,
Threw on my clothes and buttered my
bread.
JAY SCOTT AMMANN
Out in the forest the bucks were in
wait,
And going back to sleep would only spell
fate.
I smiled when I looked at the sky crystal
clear,
For I’d soon be after the buck I dream’t of
all year.
