On top of being early, it was an hour earlier than that. I toughed it out but by 9:30, 10:30 in my head, and no deer I got up to leave. I figure no deer by the new 8:30, now an hour ago, they’re not coming. Surprise, there walks the same big buck I’ve seen at least five times ambling out of his bedroom. He didn’t have a watch on, so he probably couldn’t tell time, and the sun was an hour lower in the East. All I can figure is someone slipped him a message. He slept in a full hour, while I cursed the daylight savings time gods; alone in the gray, wet woods. I saw him first and froze. Deer can’t tell you’re a human if you stay still stay still so all he saw was a big strange rock. He stared, I stared, he would take another step and stare, and I stared while my legs started cramping. Mr. Buck decided he didn’t care for the strange rock so he walked away looking back every few feet. Once in the trees, he snorted, then walked off unconcerned. I’d like to find that critter who gave him the message to sleep in. I’m quite certain Mr. Buck got the memo.

MR. BUCK GOT THE MEMO

Time changed, long evening, with a cold dark morning

It’s daylight savings time with barely any warning.

Trudging in the wet grey dawn, do I see deer, oh no!

I guess he’s a bit smarter, Mr. Buck got the memo.

9:30 and no movement, it’s same hour as yesterday,

10:30 then, can deer tell the time, I think there’s no way.

Rascal slept in an hour, came shuffling out oh so slow,

I thought the hunt was done, who knew buck got the memo?

We’re both in the pasture, I saw him first, and waited,

He didn’t notice, I’m a good bit irritated.

Rules say daylight savings, an hour early don’t you know.

Darn deer slept in, I’m busted, guess he got the memo.