THE LEGEND OF THE KEVLAR COYOTE
BY SWAMPRAT
It happened in Albertas
cold
At least that’s how
the stories told
Of three brave
hunters out that day
And of the one that
got away.
Together made a
motley crew
Were driving down a
road and there
A coyote stood with
icy stare.
Swamprat told Randy
“stop this truck,
That there’s one
coyote that better duck
Cause if he don’t
I’ll have his hide”
Swamprat said with a
hint of pride.
Randy stopped it with
a jolt
As Swamprat calmly
worked his bolt
A fresh new round had
found its home
“Don’t worry boys
this won’t take long”
He left that truck,
wind in his hair
That coyote still a
standin there
Crosshairs had
settled on its chest
As Swamprat quickly
took his rest
At the shot that yote
went down
Did the funky chicken
round and round
His leg went high
into the air
Then quivered once
and settled there.
Tag said “you got him
sure enough
Lets go and put him
in the truck”
Ole Swamprat happy as
can be
Walked out to get his
fur tro—phy
What happened next is
hard to tell
That coyote must come
straight from hell
Jumped up and ran
right out of there
Left behind his
blood, feces and hair.
Swamprat could not
believe his eyes
And Randy said “don’t
worry guys”
“He cant go far”,
that’s what Tag said
“Cause we all know he
must be dead.”
They never found a
single trace
Swamprat had egg all
on his face
I need a bigger gun
he said
Cause that coy-otie
should be dead.
The Varmint Hunters
still talk today
About the one that
got away
Been seen from Maine
to Mexico
Anywhere the Varmint
Hunters go
It’s something that I
can’t forget
I’ll never hear the
end of it
Old Lunker and Ole
Solo too
They’ll bring it up
and make me blue
And around their
fires they’ll tell there tales
Of great big bucks
with flags for tails
But theres one tale
they’ll never best
Of the coyote with
the Kevlar vest.
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