One of our regular shooters, a working farmer/rancher who does a bit of dutch oven cooking and such, was at our big two-day shoot this past weekend and gave me a copy of this poem penned by him ..... Thought it might engender a smile or two here -
The Camp Cookie
By: Garry Dale Tetz
January 1, 2009
Too old to ride with the herd and handle wild cattle
Reduced to the wagon with pots and pans to rattle
Old cookie was an owly old son of a bitch
The critters in his bedroll was the cause of his itch
Up at four to set his coffee to boil
Cooking breakfast in dutch ovens not in tin foil
Setting up camp and making fire rings
Part of his job is all of these things
Baking bread, buns and cobblers of peach and plum
While enjoying the occasional snort from a hidden bottle of rum
Steaks cooked rare on an open grill
Tooth picks on hand from a porcupine quill
Roast and spuds done medium buried deep in the coal
To be crabby and owly his one and only goal
But without old cookie we ain't gonna get fed
So don't be aggravating the old son of a bitch till he sees red