T’was the night before Christmas and all through the state,
Hunters were waiting to find out their fate,
Would this be the year Santa brings them a tag?
For that towering elk they wanted to bag,
Fly fishermen were all nestled snug in their bed,
Visions of bamboo rods danced in their head,
Colonel Smoothbore had just finished cleaning his gun,
And was preparing for a day of shooting and Christmas fun,
OutdoorAly had just finished waxing her board,
A gift she had purchased from fine retailer Bob Ward,
Angela Montana had been out setting wolf traps,
And had just settled in for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
She jumped out of bed to see what was the matter,
Expecting Santa, she was caught by surprise;
It was the Captain and Montana Outdoor Radio guys,
They were out caroling in their best radio voices,
Singing songs about hunting, and good fishing spot choices,
Then with a wink in their eye and a twist of their heads,
They took off into the night on their Arctic Cat sleds,
But she heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas Montana! Have a good night!!
poem by Alyson Booher
