Stephen Eskridge

Hunting Thrill

It starts when I wake up,

I’ve got one thing on my mind,

I gather my equipment and head to the truck.

The truck stops in the perfect area,

My only thought is to be thankful for the opportunity, 

I unload my gear and head for the stand.

My steps are quick, but quiet as a cat

I climb into my stand, not making a sound.

I sit and wait for daybreak to crest, 

The woods come alive with noise, 

The best place to sit and think,

I just love the feeling of being alone.

Sunrise begins to light up the woods,

Things you’ve never seen finally become visible, 

My eyes catch movement in the distance

I look back on how I prepared for this.

He walks within bow range, 

I draw back and let the arrow fly.

Hours later I get down and the trek begins

I’m excited when I finally laid eyes on him.