My first buck

By Josh Erickson

 

I remember my first buck

Late in the day about to leave

Look out the window

What do I see?

A monster eight point ready to bleed

In the crosshairs yet very dark

After hours I let'er bark

Six shots fired there she ran

Two days later walking to the stand

Look my left there it lay

A big buck mounted up on the wall

No meat in the freezer

But still in the field

What a great year