Michael James Ryan

My side kick Slurp and me

We love to hunt and flee

When snow comes in the fall

We both seem to climb the wall

Finely the Season is open

We hit the bush a groping

He swiftly picks up the scent

And he is off with no repent

I hear him howl over the ridge

Now I feel I will fill the fridge

Out from the bush comes a big buck

That Slurp has chased out of the muck

I hold the gun steady and straight

I can almost taste the steaks on the plate

As the trigger is squeezed, the gun goes crack

Down in the bush, there's a deer on its back

Along comes Slurp tail wagging and all

He sniffs the deer, ah we sure love fall

Back at the camp we both are beat

Good old Slurp curls up at my feet.