He had finally hit the lottery
He had drawn a grizzly bear permit
A prize he had always coveted
In fact, he could hardly believe it
He had contacted an Alaskan outfitter
And through him had booked a hunt
Had practiced shooting his bow
With broad heads and field points blunt
Now he was sitting in a blind
Overlooking the crossing of two trails
His outfitter had guaranteed him
That this blind had never failed
At dusk, he was ready to leave
When he heard footsteps nearby
He knocked an arrow in anticipation
Get a bear, he sure was gonna try
He saw a dark shape materialize
Crossing the trail near his blind
He was at full draw immediately
Through his peep sight target did find
He released and watched his arrow fly
And his shot was straight and true
Into the ribs of a massive bear
Its loud roar was his satisfying clue
From his blind, he quickly stepped
And in moments he was dead
He thought there was one bear
To his dismay, there were two instead!