He was the ranger of the county
Checking cars and trucks for bounty
All the hunters and the poachers,
The hidden animal encroachers.
In a flash they set their traps
And wait until the sawtooth snaps.
They like to kill and hang the head
No meat is used, that’s why I dread
The thought of this so called hunting.
This type of “human” uses bunkum
Brags of efforts and their cunning
But bait a trap and then go running.
The wounded beast just has to wait
Caught and mangled, to feel his fate.
A person with a bow and arrow
Could likely strike a fatal blow
Or single shot with a straight aim
Then no animal is maimed
And left to die, his life unworthy
This type of death has no mercy.
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