Eight Point Buck
The Eight Point Buck I remember my dad leaving to go deer hunting every year in November. ... But, my most anticipated moment of killing a buck came when I was sixteen years old. ... I jumped down from the bed of our GMC pickup and took sight of the last buck. ... I centered the scope’s cross hair on the last buck. ... I immediately began to jog towards the fallen buck. I approached the buck and the first thing I did was take a look at its horns. The buck had a trophy of eight points.