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Trophy Ride

(Based on a poem told to me by my friend Shad Pease)

Way up north in the wetlands
Where the trout and beaver hide.

Bucky saddled up this green broke mare
An sets out for a little ride.

I'd say bout mid day

They're tracking pretty fair

Down by beaver creek,
Just bucky an this green broke mare

Bucky was gawking around

Which was a big mistake
For that mare she started hopping

An Bucky ends up in the lake

Now here he is all soaking wet

With a look of pure surprise
There's water lilly's where his hat once was

And his hats down over his eyes

Bucky came up caughing'n sputtering
And grabbing for his little cayuse

And he gets to looking around
And...... Damm he slapped a Moose !!

Now Bucky’s never been swift afoot,
In fact he never walks when he can ride

But that all changed one afternoon
With a moose nipping at his hide.