Man's Best Friend

Today’s image was from “The Saturday Evening Post”, October, 1988 edition. The illustration was done and is signed by J. F. Kernan. It reflects a style of an era past and maybe that’s why it seems nostalgic and “déjà vu” to us with today’s reality perspective.

 This image was given to me by readers Helene (Frenchie) and Herman with the comment, “Bet you can write a poem for this picture!” …… Voila! votre poeme….. mes amies!

It’s “take ten” for this hunter as he rests upon a log

It’s a friendly “at-a boy” for his loyal hunting dog

They’ve been stalking game for miles and beyond

It’s fun time for both and a strengthening of their bond

A respectful dog listens intently to words from his boss

He wants to obey and tries not, his Master, to cross

Tracking a scent and flushing out the game that’s found

It's the highlight of the day for this happy hunting hound

The hunter enjoys the outing; a commune with Mother Nature

The soft scented breeze and turning leaves, add to his pleasure

They’ve been hunting all day, but their game count? …nary, a one

Maybe, the next time out, he’ll put some bullets in his gun

                                                Poem by Herm Meyer

 

Stuff:

I haven’t hunted for years, but do remember my younger years during the U.S. depression when hunting was for many, a way to help feed their families. In today’s world many hunters have the game dressed and packaged and then, donated it to food banks that assist our homeless and needy.  That is a good thing.

I feel the wildlife management programs are another good thing. The regulated harvest of the various game animals helps to keep populations in balance and limits the herd sizes to fit the available food supplies.