The Incongruity of Wearing

Arguably, a tome for 6 months from now. But it's a fun story and I need to move things along.

The Incongruity of Wearing

The incongruity of wearing camo clothes
  under an orange reflective jacket
Was not a topic of conversation for us,
  walking through the woods,

It’s assumed deer and bear see only camo colors,
  the orange is for other hunters,
Which explains the ratio of hunters shot by
  other hunters

I am carrying my old VCR, broke down

He told me he knew a repair shop,
  and easier we walk through the woods,
Our path was a road, once an old rail line,
  with the tracks tore up, the old bed,
  and occasional rail spikes still around

We came to a tree stump,
"Remember I said there’s a repair shop?" he said,
"We’re here, put ‘er up there,"

I set the VCR edgewise on the stump,
  her rat tail power cord hangin’ down the edge,
He raised his hunting rifle, checked clip. cocked safety,
  squinted, aimed, then stood down, an’ said
"Here, this is for you do it,"

I eyed the ol’ VCR, a top loader, over
  the notch and bead, wondered
‘Why I thought the old bitch could fixed…’
  pumped three times,
  putt putt putt
She didn’t bleed like Old Yeller,
Just stood there, lookin’ like a ol’ VCR
  with three new swiss cheese holes

Drunk his Jaeger on the walk home

She’s still out there,
  wind must’a blowed her off the stump,
She pokes out the snow every February 2^nd,
  six more weeks or mid-March,
   what the difference…?