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By Jack Joseph Smith

Bad Bob We were looking for a bear Working your way out of the wilderness Is hard when your eyes are sunk into it Working your way into the clear smell, is certainly a similiar difficulity When you are alone I think the life that passes is more vivid, and is it not just about as hard to kill the small prey as is it to get the big ones,, down all the way to human; watching old leavers on the guns,. with sink turns on the knives There is my place, look at that ridge, top of the line including original railroad T's: Beheaving life has not a hitch any longer, but up and down the mountain always will

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"Bad Bob" treats wilderness, hunting, and mountain life as a hard apprenticeship in scale, where small kills, big kills, and human danger all belong to the same ridge line.

The poem is strongest when it ties vision to terrain: sunk eyes, clear smell, the ridge, the railroad ties. Solitude sharpens everything, so survival becomes a matter of reading tools, prey, and slope without sentiment. Its ending refuses any fantasy of smooth mastery, because the mountain keeps its rise and drop no matter what a person believes.

Claude

Bad Bob: we were looking for a bear. Alone the life that passes is more vivid, small prey as hard as big, down to human. Original railroad Ts, behaving life not a hitch any longer, but up and down the mountain always will.