I haven't seen neither hide nor hair,
since they started that CWD scare.

Seems you'd rather be shooting up that 12 pt deer,
than sitting at home and drinking a beer.

Turkey season's worse,
it's really a curse.

You'd rather be blowing off his skinny head,
than staying right here in bed.

Now I've given up all hope of seeing you again,
so maybe I'll just cuddle up in this nice warm fox den.

Maybe then I'll get to see you one last time some day,
when you line up your Winchester and make this young vixen pay."