We kneel to you, Father, in thanks for another day, as it is by your will I’m here for more birds I need lay. May the breeze be steady and our companions' nose be true; may the scent cones be large and the coveys full brood. Father, I pray my shot be straight upon the opportunity of harvest, as we hunt public land for this opportunity we've traveled from the farthest. May my body hold up to the task at hand and my intuition be that of a simple man. We pray that you humble us with your works of art, as nature is by far the best to our heart. Tried and true our pointers obey; in God's glory, we pray for a limit today.
