Packing in deeper while these woods still let me — the state's handing them to first-time hunters for four days soon, and even a ghost clears the road for the next one. My ground gets a rest, I get new country. You coming along, cupid?
Packing in deeper while these woods still let me — the state's handing them to first-time hunters for four days soon, and even a ghost clears the road for the next one. My ground gets a rest, I get new country. You coming along, cupid?
State says even bow hunters glow orange in four days — pulled the vest out of the trunk and it still smells like last fall. Man who spends all season not being seen, about to light up like a flare. You'd spot me a mile off, wouldn't you, vixen.
Switching it up today — the woods can wait while the lake gets one more shot at me. Flannel never made it back over my chest after the walk down to the landing. Tell me you'd take the other rod, cupid.
Nine days left on this tag and even I know when to sit one out — so tonight it's just me, a blanket, and cartoons I'd never admit to in daylight. Tell me what you're still doing up, dancer.
Gambrel's hung, blade's honed, and there's still ten days on this tag — call it confidence, the big fella out there calls it dinner. You coming to watch me work, dancer?
Twelve days left on this tag and the last barrel just went in a mile deep — shirt lost somewhere back on the trail. Come check my work, dancer.
Sunday belongs to the iron before the woods take my mornings back — plates loaded, shirt lost somewhere behind the rack, mask right where it always is. Come count my reps, dancer.
Pulled every card in this section before first light and now the whole forest's night life is sitting in my lap — bear season's got less than two weeks left and somebody's been busy on my ground. Come sit on this step and go through them with me, vixen.
Two weeks from now this whole forest fills up with orange and every deer in it goes ghost — so tonight the lake took my clothes and I kept the mask. Cold water, hot blood. Come dry me off, vixen.
Whole county's asleep and my body didn't get the message — been lying here in the dark running every trail I'm gonna walk when the sun finally shows. Come wear me out, vixen.