Poem: Four at Thirty

This poem is connected to the hunting metaphor. For the non-hunter, the title suggests a four-foot lead at thirty yards when properly shotgunning.
Four at Thirty Self doubt, the enemy of shooting ducks and writing The lead too hesitant, swing through Five yards at thirty, or is it four?	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.