ShopContestsRoad TripCommunityOur StoryBlogContact Us
Call to Order: 315.382.2850
"Sharing your passion for the unspoken bond"

The Unspoken Bond Poem [Back to Stories]

 

Share This Article

Unspoken Bond – by Cam Pauli, Editor at North American Duck Hunter

 

The Man kisses his wife

After he rises from bed

Then slips off into the darkness

No words need to be said

 

For she knows what calls him

Those cold winds and dark shores

They’ve always made his heart sing

And regularly renew his spirit once more

 

Their Dog diligently waits

As the Man’s coffee brews

Nine years they’ve shared a skiff together

For this Dog, it’s nothing new

 

The excitement builds

In both of their chests

Man and Dog know a lot

But this is what they know best

 

They pull out of the drive

With plenty of time before first light

Headlights slicing through the snow

Coming down from the north with might

 

Gravel crunches under the tires

As they pull over to the side of the road

Within their souls burns a desire

Keeping the warmth within from going cold

 

The canoe slips into the river

Like an wary otter from shore

Many scratches adorn her bottom

From seasons spent here before

 

The paddle softly breaks the waters surface

Making the only audible sound

As the pair navigates the blackness

A map of the streambed in the Man’s mind can be found

 

Twenty minutes passed

And two portages later

The Man jumps out of the canoe

Icy water grips his waders

 

He tosses out the blocks with care

Taking all factors into consideration

For they lay the framework for

The winged beasts’ final destination

 

Sitting amongst the dancing cattails

Cold air batters the Man’s face

He thinks quietly to himself, reflecting

No better substitute for solitude than this place