We did the same thing for Son-of-a-wrek. It was hit or miss whether he got teacher cooperation.
He always did well in his classes so I never worried too much about it.
Well, here’s a start:
I was drinkin’ coffee with the boys at the cafe,
A coupla cups and we were ready to go,
Just the right time, and we welcomed us a new day,
We got our guns, and we’re wearing our camo.
Well, game wardens showed up, just to be present,
Reminded us of the rules that we should know,
We said, okay, state rules are pretty decent,
We paid our tabs and got ourselves ready to go.
It’s deer season,
That’s why we’re out there,
Venison meat tastes mighty sweet.
And that’s the reason,
That we’re out there,
Gonna bag ourselves a fine and meaty treat.
More to come, but right now, I’m stuck. Two verses and the bridge. Anybody want to pick this up?
You tickle me @Spoons
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All for you, @Beckdawrek . I tried my best. Hope you liked it.
No offense to @Spoons , but I asked ChatGPT to write a David Alan Coe song from the story and it came up with the following. Not sure about the section naming, but I found it humorous otherwise.
“Breakfast Brawl at Lulu’s Cafe”
(Acoustic Guitar Intro)
Verse 1:
Well, Mr. Wrek and the deer camp boys,
Met up at Lulu’s, making some noise.
Early morning, the town’s asleep,
But these old timers had a meetin’ to keep.
Chorus:
At the local cafe, where the stories grow tall,
Lulu’s serving up brew, and that ain’t all.
But when the Game warden walked through the door,
You could feel the tension, right to the core.
Verse 2:
Plans laid out on Lulu’s old tables,
The President Wrek, spinning his fables.
Tippin’ old Lulu, probably too light,
Heard she needs a new walker, to make things right.
Bridge:
Then came the sound, the crash we all dread,
Mr. Wrek’s big truck, paint now turnin’ red.
Hit the Game warden’s ride, emblem bent and scarred,
Son-of-a-Wrek yelled, “Dad, you’ve gone too far!”
Chorus:
At the local cafe, now the tales unfold,
Of the breakfast brawl, a story retold.
Son’s got new ammo, to tease his old man,
Saying, “Hittin’ that warden? Sure wasn’t the plan!”
Verse 3:
The police rolled in, lights flashin’ blue,
Mr. Wrek tried to argue, but his tale wouldn’t do.
Blaming the warden, but we all knew,
In the gravel lot, his tale wasn’t true.
Bridge:
Now the ticket’s in hand, a story to tell,
Back at the deer camp, where the legends dwell.
Son-of-a-Wrek won’t let it slide,
But Mr. Wrek’s got his pride, and the warden’s coffee on his side.
Outro:
So here’s to the tales, of Lulu’s Cafe,
Where the breakfast can lead, to quite the fray.
But at the end of the day, in this small town rhyme,
It’s just another story, till the next breakfast time.
(Acoustic Guitar Outro)
When I lived near the suburban / rural divide outside St. Louis MO there was a ginormous GM assembly plant nearby. They only shut down for 2 days per year. Christmas and opening day of deer season for modern guns.
They’d learned through hard experience that rampant absenteeism on Deer Day completely prevented production.
With all the plant rats having just the one day off and desperate to score their kill, that was an excellent day to stay well inside suburbia nowhere near a forest or farm field. Of course all the local hunters had the same idea, to get out there the first day if at all possible. But the plant folks were especially motivated. And there were a LOT of them living nearby.
One of our excavation contractors called an all-hands meeting a long time ago: “If I buy you jerks each half a cow, butchered, will you stay at work this year and not go hunting?” Didn’t work.
ISWYDT.
I’m not a hunter, but I get it. We had one principal who was fine with it, but the next one was not. Personally, I took my own kids out of class for a week in late May six years running in order to go to a creative problem-solving competition. The difference is that hunting season coincides with the beginning of the school year, so teachers don’t know what kind of students the kids are yet. (His kids always did just fine.)
Ask, ‘cause I gotta’ know! 
Wearing orange in hunting season? Oh, heck, yes. When I had horses (especially the deer-colored one) I stayed out of the woods completely for those months, and even riding near hunting areas I had on a blaze orange jacket, with bells on the bridle and saddle. And this was in a part of Massachusetts where there wasn’t a lot of hunting (local folks mostly went north to Maine or New Hampshire for that).
There were some areas, state forests and parks, where hunting wasn’t allowed, but I was still mighty cautious about venturing in on horseback till the bang-bangers season was over.
That . . . is surprisingly, and rather unnervingly, good.
At least, it reads that way to somebody who knows nothing about David Alan Coe.
– season’s quieted down a good bit here over the 35 years I’ve been here. Opening day used to start with a fusillade from all directions, the moment there was legal light (or maybe just before . . . I think as soon as the first person shot everyone else did too.) They can’t possibly have all had an actual deer in their sights. I used to keep all the cats inside, even (especially the ones with significant white on them!), and walk the dog on leash, right next to the house, both of us dressed up in lots of orange.
Now, sometimes that first bit of light’s even quiet; or at most there’s a shot or two from one direction, then one or two a bit later from another. Those people may have actually taken a deer. I keep the dog (different dog) in at dusk and dawn, and dress him in orange for the rest of the time.
I think hunting as recreation has to a large extent gone out of style in NY State; so now what we get is mostly local people genuinely trying to get meat into their freezers. And the sensible local people, at least, know where the houses are, and what it’s like to be at risk. But there’s occasionally still an out-of-town fool coming in from the railroad tracks; or a local person with no sense.
Shocked, I tell you what.
Who can we get to record that🤔
I liked the title of the thread. Yes, Bad, bad, bad signals a Beckdawrek post but fun to change it up every now and then. And it was a nice spicy title.
I was married on Nov 16 and a number of my male relatives did not come celebrate with us as gun season started on Nov 15.
He claims that never happened to him. But he ‘knew a guy’
Uh-huh. How do you not see a school bus?! It looks like a giant, mutant banana slug! LOL
