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DeerKing
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It's a bit early but it's that time of year again to lighten the mood some...
Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm here on the Dell,
The words and the sarcasm, beginning to gel.
The posters and lurkers, are hungover without care,
The eggnog and Jack, was to much to bare.
Bent over the toilet, the porcelain god,
This site is now void, not even a mod.
As I scroll through the site, I see things don't change,
The Coues forum is dead, the Bear forum has mange.
The year has passed, but most are still here,
To talk about one thing, the mighty mule deer.
I'm at my keyboard, typing like mad,
The only mouse stirring, is the one on my pad.
When there on my screen, there arose some clatter,
I had to read through it, to see what was the matter.
Arizona and USO are in a big war,
Taulman has spread his legs, and become a tag whore.
His greed is self-serving, he's pimping his soul,
The $green$ in his eyes, says he's lost control.
He's in bed with the devil, enjoying his day,
It looks as if Arizona, was only foreplay.
I search for a thread, that's not so long,
Then read about YoungBuck, his friend and the bong.
They were drinking cheap beer and smokin' the grass,
When from the back of the garage, there appeared Cass!
What was he doing, why was he there?
It was hard to tell, from his glazzy stare.
"We're low on the toke, and this stuff rocks!
But don't be worried, I'll go to the Toolbox".
So the mystery is solved, it contained the stash,
Looks like the boys, were in for a bash.
They'll be high all night, with the sticky icky,
Joined by a friend, an X-Dolphin named Ricky.
On dope, on hemp on gold, and spleef,
With the munchies they had, they'd eat a side of beef.
To the next post, my weary eyes did wander,
The fate of Zim, I start to ponder.
His buffalo quest, has raised some ire,
To do it solo, was his desire.
Was it possible, would he get suck in the mud?
Many had hoped he'd become bison cud.
But he had broad shoulders, and a big ol belly,
That shook when he farted, like a bowl full of jelly.
He's macho as ever, and twice as strong,
His personal goal, was to prove many wrong.
Zim if you're out there, how did it go?
Did you enjoy the hunt, in crotch deep snow?
Then there's OldOregon, and his lost cable,
I laughed when I heard it, sounds like a deer fable.
What about Best Buy, or Radio Shack?
For a measly $10, we'd get off his back.
But the story ended well, with pics of his buck
Congrats to you, and your good luck.
Although I'm still not sure, about the blonde of course,
From what I've read she's hung like a horse?
I've been here to long, making this rhyme,
More than most would do, with a lot more time.
I have a wife to see, and a Coues to kill
A hunt in the desert, with a tag to fill.
There are many fine people, on this muley site,
To all a Merry Christmas, and to all a good night!
AntlerQuest Hunt Consulting
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