Osage Roost
General Forum => General Discussion => Topic started by: Morgan on October 28, 2010, 01:20:08 PM
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Where oh where has Porter gone?
Up in Mo hunting all alone....
He thought he had found a gobbler sitting on a limb....
But the whole time the gobbler was waiting on him.....
He watched that long beard sail off in the fog....
He stood there disgusted, then sat on a log....
Still upset he stomped on his hat.....
Cussing under his breath...."if that don't beat all"
Where oh where has Porter gone?
Up in Mo hunting all alone....
Take the next verse Lou
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As he stood there he took out Morgan's yella call...
Hoping to correctly mimick the sounds of fall...
As he stroked the paddle over the soundboards...
Visions filled his head of turkeys arriving in hoards...
Much to his dismay...
The turkeys were in no mood to play...
So Porter decided to switch gears...
Unfortunately, for Porter, all that brought were more tears...
You take it from here Al or anyone that feels up to it. ;D
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Where oh where has Porter gone?
Up in Mo hunting all alone....
He headed up the hollow....
In search of the birds....
Stopped in a briar patch...
When he felt the urge.....
He looked to the left.....
And looked to the right....
Making sure that nobody was in sight....
In his mind the coast was all clear....
Where oh where has Porter gone?
Up in Mo hunting all alone....
Everybody
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Down on his luck Porter got stuck in the muck..
Brown leaves fall all around his poor truck..
Town is miles away from the poor schmuck.
A Gobbler strolls across the knoll...
In witness of the truck stuck in the deep muck.
Away the leaves drift as Porter Dreams of Falls past...
Call's Galore adorn his abode in ole MO...
Osage calls are Porters porn....
Somewhere a legend of sorts sits alone....
Poor Porter has dreams of Gobblers galore....
Where have they all gone...
Ha Ha, the neighbor has more corn ....
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Where oh where has Porter gone?
Up in Mo hunting all alone....
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Alright Smartie(s)!!!!
Very very funny... that's what I get for giving a field report!
Although it would be cool to rhyme, I just don't have the time
See birds a many I told my granny
Is the measure of success, having to field dress?
If that is the case, then I loss face
As empty handed, I have landed *cry*
I'll end this story, with the birds not worried
As for the wind was the cause, of todays flaws!
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Where oh where has Porter gone?
Up in Mo hunting all alone....
Bound to be another verse about trucks...and turkeys....and field position ROTFLMBO
Sing it Porter....
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In the brier patch he was taking care of bussiness
When Up on the mountian he heard such a ruckus
It was the bird he had nicknamed Ol' Buckus
He took off in a flash
to catch up with that bird
But in his haste he forgot to squeeze of that turd
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OH where oh where has Porter gone
Must be him I hear calling from here in tennessee
with those yeller calls loaded in a tye dyed shoulder bag
not a turkey in a tree or the same county as he
after striking those yeller calls.
A quick stop for a pee, and what did he do
but take off for a sneak with his knee pads covered in pee.
I hope you dont loose those calls in all that yellow all around
Oh Porter, oh Porter...where have you gone
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Everybody now from Coast to Coast.....
Where oh where has Porter gone?
Up in Mo hunting all alone....
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Where oh where has poor Porter gone
Snagged his wiener on a briar, who needs a porcelain throne?
Six big toms feeding at just 30 yards you know!
Dam it ! Poor Porter just realized he forgot his compound bow!
Where of where has Porter gone
Teaching sharp interns how to hunt is just wrong
Ol' Porter should have just left her in the truck
Then he just might have scored on a 150 class buck.....Nah! ROTFLMBO
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ROTFLMBO ROTFLMBO ROTFLMBO ROTFLMBO
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*lol* *lol* *lol* ROTFLMBO ROTFLMBO ROTFLMBO
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Where oh where has poor Porter gone
Snagged his wiener on a briar, who needs a porcelain throne?
Six big toms feeding at just 30 yards you know!
Dam it ! Poor Porter just realized he forgot his compound bow!
Where of where has Porter gone
Teaching sharp interns how to hunt is just wrong
Ol' Porter should have just left her in the truck
Then he just might have scored on a 150 class buck.....Nah! ROTFLMBO
ROTFLMBO ROTFLMBO *lol* *lol* ROTFLMBO ROTFLMBO
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I guess Porter is our Rodney Dangerfield.....NO RESPECT..... ROTFLMBO
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Where oh where has poor Porter gone
Snagged his wiener on a briar, who needs a porcelain throne?
Six big toms feeding at just 30 yards you know!
Dam it ! Poor Porter just realized he forgot his compound bow!
Where of where has Porter gone
Teaching sharp interns how to hunt is just wrong
Ol' Porter should have just left her in the truck
Then he just might have scored on a 150 class buck.....Nah! ROTFLMBO
Now Scotty how could someone leave that precious hunter in the truck ??? I about wet myself on that one!!!
You are some funny guys :P
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I about wet myself on that one!!!
Uh Oh!! Head to the briars!! Watch the wiener! ROTFLMBO