The Hunt; Growing up in Jacksonville

When I was growing up, I would go hunting with a guy across the street from where
we lived. His idea of hunting was sitting under a tree for hours waiting for the squirrels
to appear. When they did come out, he would raise a shot gun and kill two or three
of them with one shot. I not against hunting as long as hunters eat what they bag. I'm
against those who kill for the sport of it, take only a trophy and leave the carcass to rot!
To me that's not a sport, that's braggadocio! However, I did allow my wife to mount a
10 pound bass she had caught! But; that was her thing, not mine!

The Hunt.
By L. Don Oliver

My abduction from reality,
By an unforeseen source;
Abhorrent desires instilled,
Upon my selfish course;

Tracking unsuspecting prey,
Pursuing through their domain;
Eventing upon their misery,
With eternal sleep or pain;

Desirous of a trophy prize,
Reluctance to devour at all;
Extolling that creatures head,
When mounted upon my wall;