We dried the hides of several eighteen point bucks by the door
Overheard some stranger said with pride he bagged a boar
Seven pelts and three pheasants and yet he seemed so green
And he knew I saw right through those game huntin' schemes

I asked him, "What's a hunter like you, doin' here?
I see you're used to camping but let's shoot you a bear"
He said, "You've got me figured out but I'm not what I seem
Give me a chance I'll tell you 'bout these game huntin' schemes"

He said, "I've hunted bunnies. I'm used to shootin' squirrels
But I've always dreamed of huntin' big game, 'tracking it rural'
But I'm frightened by those mosquitoes who breed in every stream
I'd rather shoot a tiger in these game huntin' schemes"

We tracked grizzly tracks that roaring bear left us great clues
I'm satisfied I did my best to make his dream come true
As he cocked back his twenty-two no more wild lies he'll need
I'm hopin' that he'll throw aside those game huntin' schemes

In my mind he's still a baby that's all I'm gonna say
I knew that he had panicked as that bear lumbered away
And I know that he's more frightened by the bears than by the streams
That frightened little baby with his game huntin' schemes

Now he's back to shooting squirrels as I hang bucks in line
But I know he'll always remember the time
A baby once had a hunting man's dream
Good Lord, he's back to shellin' out those game huntin' schemes