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 Deer Hunter's

Bob and George sit in their stand on the 3rd floor of the abandoned building.
With his binoculars, Bob looks out scanning the streets below.
Hunting for the perfect mount, that man with that beautiful body
Or that woman with the great rack, as George dreams of the kill.
Bob says "Look! A block to the north. See him?" George peers.
"I have never seen such a specimen, I gotta' have him" as they watch.
The man casually walks towards his destiny with no idea that he is the hunted.
George picks up his gun, wiggles his white tail, and settles in, waiting, watching.
Bob takes bead on a gorgeous female with a rack to die for and whispers,
"George, you think those are real, or just some silicone art" Bob just quietly snorts.

It's the first day of hunting season again as the deer fill the city;
Bob and George came in from the woods for the hunt today.
They have waited patiently since the close of last season,
Exchanging stories with the other bucks down by the brook.

They each wait patiently for their respective prey, quietly they watch.
Bob reaches for a beer and chugs it, he belches, then they freeze.
The man looks cautiously around, sensing that something is amiss,
But the woman doesn't notice as she walks along with her I Pod in her ear.
The man sees this beauty approaching and forgets this caution, he sniffs out her perfume.
Bob smiles at George, they peer into their scopes looking for the perfect shot.
Their hooves are on the triggers, waiting, twitching with the excitement of the moment.
The man stops and looks around again, he is somehow aware of some unknown danger.
Bob and George pull their triggers almost simultaneously as their prey drops quickly.
They high hoof each other and shout out with glee, they have a story to tell back in the woods.

Now there are some liberal deer who wish to ban human hunting ,
Their 2nd amendment rights are also attacked as they try and take their guns.
Bob and George believe, along with many other bucks in the woods,
That they just don't understand the sport, they just don't understand.
Because deer hunters rock!


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