SNAKE WHOMPER

Well there I was mid afternoon.
Deer hunting behind a home made blind
and woods as dead as they could be.
Bored!

Memorized each tree and hill
two hours at least until prime time.
And roving eyes alight
on a broken and healed small sapling
huh....

So I cut it out of the straight crowd. Carried it back to my seat
and considered it.
from all angles.
still bored.

Then I took out my sheath knife and began removing all if it
which didn't scream "healed broken sapling!"
leaving an obtuse L
with 2 bulges at the kink.
hmmm........

So I took off the bark for about ten inches of its forty
good contrast between barked and nude.
....needed a bit something else....

So I cut a helix spiral
for 5 revolutions.
now nude-spiraled and barked, and time
to put this aside, time for deer to move.
...but they didn't that evening
at least not for me.

So I gathered my gear and trudged to truck
in the gathering gloom
with that whittled sapling .

Two days later decided to visit youngest son.
And his wife and my grandson,
For some reason I took that sapling
which I had dubbed"snake whomper"
I took it out of the old truck and showed it to grandson whom
I call Spud (another story)
he's not yet two years.
I told him it was a snake whomper
and gave it to him.
he
forthwith
proceeded
to Whomp
ME with it.
Does that say it all?