Last year's hunting invitation,
For to spend this fall's vacation,
Carries my imagination
To the best place in creation.
Many miles from civilization,
In a state of isolation,
Where industry's devastation
Hasn't started excavation.
Sure we met with some privation,
But it's truly recreation,
There's no need for hesitation,
Things surpass your expectation.
Leave behind all animation,
Discard trials and vexation,
Learn the forest's valuation,
Trees, and rocks of queer formation.
This is no insinuation,
But an honest declaration,
Based on pure infatuation.
'Tis the loved spot of our Nation.
I have asked for information.
As to cost of transportation,
To the nearest main line station,
To my favorite location.
Taking gun and ammunition,
With a wife's fond admonition,
Mind your failing disposition,
Don't forget we've prohibition.
Hunter-Trader-Trapper. October: 1921,
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