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I was sittin' there on my bucket And countin' the decoys for fun. Now, it had been a very slow morning, Awfully cold--not very much sun, When a gadwall came in on my 'blind side' And I saw him as he 'locked' up. He was already into his flight descent-- His strong wings formed a perfect cup! Being out in the wide open spaces The grass provided poor cover. I knew if I moved I would scare him ... Had to wait 'till he got much closer! All of a sudden, he's on top of me I jerked up and fired off a shot! No sooner had I pulled that trigger, than I wished--oh, I wished I had not! I just happened to be off my balance, The recoil put me flat on my back! I landed in mud and brackish water With one big, wet and mighty smack! My hunting buddies thought it was funny To see such a miserable sight! But I can honestly tell you, my friends, I was in a terrible plight! Not wanting to get my favorite gun wet, Couldn't turn loose, I must confess! Wouldn't roll over onto my stomach. Frankly, I was in one big mess! My good friend finally came to help me Out of that bad situation. I kindly thanked him for his quick rescue Without any hesitation! Faithful God always seems to be present To lend me a strong, helping hand, When Satan has caught me off balance, again, And in messy places I land! BACK |
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