It was the night before opener, and throughout the land not a creature is stirring not even a man. Stands are all hung in hot spots with care, In hopes that a huge buck will soon pass by there. Hunters are nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of monster bucks dance in their heads. Dressed in camo long johns, and favorite hunting cap, just settling in for the final pre-season nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, They spring from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window they fly in a flash, And tear open the shutters and throw up the sash. The moon shines bright in the fallen leaves below Shining like quick silver on frozen snow. When, what to their wondering eyes should appear, But an old doe and nine huge whitetail buck monster deer. Long tines, great mass, they have it all, You know in an instant they may all fall. Hearts race, adrenalin rushes as they all look the same then you whistle, and shout, and called them by name! "Now Dagger! Now, Dropper! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Daimond! On Big boy! On Tank and Blitzen! To the top of the meat pole! To the top of my wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" CYA in the morning boy's
