Deer Season

It was 2003 as I remember.

High in a tree, in mid November.
A chill in the air, deep in woods of nowhere
Daisy McVey took skillful care,

fired her shot on a Buck she thought?
On her way down she fell to the ground.
On Daisy's trail is what I found.
What happened to you lying in the dirt?
You've torn your shirt and appear to be hurt
I lost my grip, when I tripped and I've broken my hip
By the way, just how old are you Miss Daisy McVey?
I'll soon be 92 come next June.
Miss Daisy you must be crazy
We need to go to the road when you unload.
She said don't be lazy, you get my Buck, then I'll go back to the truck!
called her son Lee who was 73 and told him what his mother had done.

I He came in hurry and listened to her story.
She said I got some meat for us to eat. The Buck I shot is stuck in my truck. Get my gun and we'll head for downtown son
I soon discovered Miss Daisy had recovered.
Two years later I found Lester Slater.
Not far away from Daisy McVey had lay.
Sittin on a rock holdin his gun.
How old are you Mister Slater.
This coming December I'll be 91

I fell from that tree and I've hurt my knee

Come with me.

This is the reason we all call this deer season,

Carolina Fall