That Time Again

It’s that time again
South’s hot and muggy
The prairie beckons
Bird dog men

Time to load the pups and derbies
For school in big country
Up north where there’s wild birds
Sharp tails and pheasants and occasional Huns and no trees

It’s a long drive
From Georgia or Alabama
Florida or Oklahoma or Mississippi
But worth it most think as they have since 1880

So boys check the tires on your trailer
And your dually (change the oil too)
And call your customers
And the prospects you met at last season’s trials

Call the fellow owns
That piece of prairie grass or farmland
In Dakota North or South or Nebraska or Montana
Who for a small supplement to his income

Will let you train dogs
And season green horses
And stay in an empty shanty or trailer
Along with your helpers

Yes it’s that time again
Time to go North
Where it’s cool at least early and late
And you can watch and see what’s real or ain’t 

For some’s got it (not many)
And a lot don’t
And the place to sort ‘em
Is up North on the Prairie!