she reaches for her gun,

Runs out the door,

Chasing her dream...her lifelong dream;

The dream she has been waiting for.

Patiently now, Years of her life,

Hunting her prize, it has been her "WAR"!


This morning she walks a mile to her stand,

Hopes held high, Rifle in hand.

Trudging through the fields,

Step after step

Through the knee high snow,

With thoughts of the big one as she goes.



Climbing her tree as the dawns edge is near,

With thoughts zooming around

"Will I bag my deer?"


She settle into her stand, takes a long look around,

Squirrels playin' and chirping, scurrying rabbits abound.


She hears a familiar crunching of snow coming in from the East,

"Could it be my prize, Could it be my beast?"


She gets her gun ready, slowly Steadies it on the tree,

Eyes focusing wider longingly searching for the horns that she hopes to see!


The points glistening in the sun as he quietly comes into view,

The most beautiful site, in this morn's early dew.



Scope to her eye, heart pounding in ears,

Just squeeze the trigger, no time for fears.



Ever so gently she squeezes, her mind goes blank,

"the shot looks good"

Hit just right,

"Could this finally be her moment in this Dawn's early light?"


Thoughts racing through her mind as she brushes past the final tree,

Focus is blurry thoughts on the prize....

What a sight to see!"


Adrenaline madly rushing as she claims her buck,

Many years of work,

"This is not hunter's luck!"


Eyes fixed on the grandious main beam,

One...two... 12 perfect points,

One lady hunter today,

finally realizing her dream!