02/07/2026
Lmao
An 8-pointer, a 4-pointer, and a button buck are standing at the edge of a field munching on acorns.
The 8-pointer says,
“I’m pretty happy with my ten does. Things are going great.”
The 4-pointer says,
“I’m happy as can be with my five. They take real good care of me.”
The button buck shrugs and says,
“My two are alright… better than nothing, I guess.”
Suddenly, a massive 14-pointer steps into the field.
The three bucks have never seen anything like him.
The giant makes a huge scrape, marks it, rubs a tree the size of a telephone pole, and snaps it clean off at the base.
The smaller bucks just stare in awe.
The 8-pointer finally says,
“You know… I could probably get by with four does. Who really needs ten?”
The 4-pointer nods,
“Now that I think about it, I only really need one or two.”
The button buck stays quiet.
The other two look at him, confused.
All of a sudden, the button buck charges into the middle of the field, tearing up grass, snorting and wheezing, rubbing his head raw on a tree, and chewing a licking branch clean off.
Then he runs back to his buddies.
They ask,
“What in the world are you doing?!”
The button buck says,
“Just makin’ sure that big son of a gun knows I’m a buck!”
