'' I'm ready for season to get here , an' start,
to make that half mile with a headlight , in dark .
To be on my ridge , waitin' on some light,
to hoot like an owl 'til one gobbles ; DELIGHT!
Then slip through the woods t'ward the grandest of all ,
an' pick out my setup , an' ready my call.
Check the time an' load the sweet double,
pull up my mask ; hope for 'nother gobble.
Will my first call by right , without flaw ;
finicky wingbone , my greatest worry of all.
But I'm d'termined to try , an' give it my best,
only a fooled bird puts a grade on the test.
I'm ready !''
