The Traditional Bowhunt

The crisp morning air, the sun just breaking through

The woods alive

, just waiting for you

The bow in your hand, with all its power and grace

Will send an arrow to its target with deadly aim.

The tension of the bowstring and the arrow in the air

The anticipation of the strike, no one can compare

The bull that you've been tracking, now within your sight

The perfect shot, the perfect kill, the perfect flight

The woods are now still and the bull is on the ground

You take the time to thank God for what you've found

Your prey has been taken, a successful hunt for sure

You can feel the satisfaction, you can feel the allure

The tradition of bowhunting, will always be strong

For those who love the outdoors, it will never be wrong.