Bear Hunting

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Bear Hunting You can think I'm a liar, but don't give me a snub, When I tell you that I hunt bear with a club. We start out the day over the hill to McKee Camp, You will find the guys and a coffee, by the light of a lamp. There is hot cakes and honey, with tatter's and ham, and a couple eggs, You've got to eat plenty to fuel these tired old legs. There will be Max and Molly, Lloyd and Floyd, Zipper and Scoot, There's the Dunkles and Jerry, Randy, Vie and this old coot. There will be tall tales, exaggerations and down right lies, You don't have a chance bumping heads with this bunch of guys. When the sun comes up, we part, agreeing to meet at noon, Which for these old bones can't come any to soon. We will hunt here and there till the sun stands tall in the sky, Then it's back to camp where they will all show bye and bye. There will be beans and biscuits, mulligan stew, homemade bread galore, Fill your plate, sit on a stump and feed your face, can't ask for an anything more. We'll sit by the fire to digest our grub, telling lies, tales and jokes, Here comes Jan, there's Nickels and Dimes, Jim and all kinds of folks, But this is hunting: to get out in the woods is a must, We all promise to get back to the camp at dusk. With Hardrocks five bean salad, smoked salmon and shrimp, Roast beef, corn on the cob, Hot toddy's with which we don't scrimp. The sun is down, the light is dim, but I think evening camp is best, Don't get me wrong, I love the day, but it's getting time to rest. I told you at the onset that I hunted bear with a club, It wasn't a lie, as you can see we have ten or fifteen members, bub. We have a good time, but where we hunt, there ain't any bear, And someday I'm going to get a gun and find a place where there is one there. pard