A bud of mine from high school and I reconnected some time ago and we have maintained contact the last year. He is a college professor now and I still throw beer bottles at stop signs. Some things don't change I guess. However, I am real proud of him and his published works. His published works focus on poetry of all sorts. He and his father are avid pheasant and quail hunters and he wrote the below rough draft:
"The guys in the back of the Suburban
would down that last swig of Coors,
crinkle the cans, and barrel out
of the truck, the tops of their shot guns
pointed up and out. “Birds here”
someone would shout, and the youngest
of the men would run quick across the dirt road
and jump the ditch and jump the barbed wire fence,
and shots would go off, birds fall, and the men
would run and catch what they had got,
swinging the birds, ringing the necks
and pulling the heads off, as they returned to the truck."(Rabas, 2009)
I told him that most hunters are philosophical and his writings can capture the feelings, smells and excitement of the hunt. I think he could find an untapped recourse for his talents by writing for hunters.
What say you?
"The guys in the back of the Suburban
would down that last swig of Coors,
crinkle the cans, and barrel out
of the truck, the tops of their shot guns
pointed up and out. “Birds here”
someone would shout, and the youngest
of the men would run quick across the dirt road
and jump the ditch and jump the barbed wire fence,
and shots would go off, birds fall, and the men
would run and catch what they had got,
swinging the birds, ringing the necks
and pulling the heads off, as they returned to the truck."(Rabas, 2009)
I told him that most hunters are philosophical and his writings can capture the feelings, smells and excitement of the hunt. I think he could find an untapped recourse for his talents by writing for hunters.
What say you?
