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2rocky
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I was packing to go to Wyoming region H last night while listening to the classic rock station, came up with some new lyrics to "Turn the Page" by Bob Seger.
After an hour I had it written out. Now to find someone to do their best Karyoke... Any takers?
Through the Sage
(to the tune of Turn the Page- Bob Seger)
On the high lonesome mountain, west of the divide,
There?s a few basins back there, about a half day?s ride.
You think about bucks you saw and blown stalks the day before
After scouting for eternity, checking country that is new,
Topo maps and GPS, Forest Rangers too.
You?re on the trail before daylight, you will hunt til day is through.
Here I am, on the ridge again, there I am, glassing the sage.
Here I go stalking the buck again
There he goes, through the sage.
Well you glass the distant hillside, lookin? for bucks or does
You know they're out there, as you shiver from the cold
You don't let it bother you, cause that's the way it goes.
Some times you see ?em first at least you hope you can
Glassing basins, ridges and fingers with the lay of the land
No matter how your eyes ache, it's better than a treestand.
Here I am , spot and stalk again. There I am out of my cage.
Here I go . Fifty yards again.
There he goes, busted in the sage
When you find him in your spotting scope, a couple miles away
You hustle through the coulees, gotta get to him today.
As the sweat pours out your body while crawling into range
Later in the evening, as you are rolling out your bed
With visions of a Booner running through your head.
You build your last campfire, remembering what you said
Here I am, packing out a buck again. There I am, smelling of sage.
Here I go. Full pack again
There I go. Coming of age
Here I am, on the ridge again. There I am glassing the sage
Here I go, down the trail again..
There I go, there I go.
After an hour I had it written out. Now to find someone to do their best Karyoke... Any takers?
Through the Sage
(to the tune of Turn the Page- Bob Seger)
On the high lonesome mountain, west of the divide,
There?s a few basins back there, about a half day?s ride.
You think about bucks you saw and blown stalks the day before
After scouting for eternity, checking country that is new,
Topo maps and GPS, Forest Rangers too.
You?re on the trail before daylight, you will hunt til day is through.
Here I am, on the ridge again, there I am, glassing the sage.
Here I go stalking the buck again
There he goes, through the sage.
Well you glass the distant hillside, lookin? for bucks or does
You know they're out there, as you shiver from the cold
You don't let it bother you, cause that's the way it goes.
Some times you see ?em first at least you hope you can
Glassing basins, ridges and fingers with the lay of the land
No matter how your eyes ache, it's better than a treestand.
Here I am , spot and stalk again. There I am out of my cage.
Here I go . Fifty yards again.
There he goes, busted in the sage
When you find him in your spotting scope, a couple miles away
You hustle through the coulees, gotta get to him today.
As the sweat pours out your body while crawling into range
Later in the evening, as you are rolling out your bed
With visions of a Booner running through your head.
You build your last campfire, remembering what you said
Here I am, packing out a buck again. There I am, smelling of sage.
Here I go. Full pack again
There I go. Coming of age
Here I am, on the ridge again. There I am glassing the sage
Here I go, down the trail again..
There I go, there I go.
