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(Written with tongue-in-cheek) Steve SanFelippo had downed a duck So he started to wade and retrieve. Three more of us stayed in the duck blind, But his ill-timed shots, caused us much grief! He had been gone a very short while When a small group of widgeon flew past. Just at the critical shooting time Steve let loose with a loud, booming blast! A short while later we heard him shoot . . . spooked our mallards as they flew on by! Wade was about to shoot at old Steve-- We restrained him before he could try! Now, prior to hearing more pot-shots, Seemed like more than hour went by. Then, Ka-boom!--Ka-boom!--we heard Steve shoot, But we never saw any ducks fly! Steve finally confessed and told us He was having some pretty bad luck. . . . took him an hour and box of shells But he never retrieved his 'downed' duck! Unaware of trouble he'd caused us, He had been in a world of his own! But we were so upset with this guy . . . We were gonna' make him walk back home! It was a very frustrating day! It would take us a while to forget --About all our shots that Steve messed up And all the ducks we failed to get! He just had to be reprimanded! So we voted amidst all that fuss. The next time we all go duck hunting, Old Steve won't be huntin' with us! BACK |
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