THE DAY I SHOT MY FIRST BUCK
This is how I remember the day I shot my first buck was very hard. I was deer hunting with my dad one cold day. It was very cold so we were sitting there for a little while and then I finally got to cold so my dad and me started to go down the ladder and all of a sudden two bucks came out of woods and then they started to fight. Me and daddy started to climb back up the ladder and I looked in my scope and saw that one buck had a missing antler on his head so I aimed for the other deer and I shot but I missed but it did not move because well I am not sure then I shot again and I hit it! So then daddy had to drag it all the way to the fence and then he went to the truck while I waited for him and then we found out that it was blind in one eye. And that is the end of the story.
By halle menzies