Hunting is considered strictly for males,
While women should stick to home cooking and sales.
The guys say the gals don’t have enough skill,
That they’re weak and they’re scared and too timid to kill.
I found out the straight truth one long rugged day,
I went hunting with women and saw how they play.
There was no fooling around, these women were tough,
And we covered the land that was rocky and rough.
In the sunshine they climbed these mountains so high,
That my legs felt like noodles cause we just hiked to the sky.
Through forests and rivers, they went on without fear,
All that I wanted was one tasty beer.
They knew how to track each wiley old buck,
Through all of the leaves, the mire, and muck.
These women were hunters as their guns fired clear,
The all hit their targets, each one got her deer.
But why should this story be such a surprise,
When women go hunting it’s not a disguise.
In nature they hunt, there’s no ifs ands or buts.
While the kings of the beasts, lie around on their guts.
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