by Trent Knutson
It was the day before the first shotgun weekend here in Illinois. My dad had to skin and cut up all the meat from his forkie he got a week ago, so I was on my own.
I got to my favorite stand, known as the end stand, say around 3:30. For the longest time I sat there just waiting to see if anything would move by itself. Around 4:25, I got out my bleat can and started using it and just ten minutes after using it, I see a forkie coming from the woods to the west of me. So I stand up and get myself all calmed down and am almost ready to draw back when suddenly the forkie jumps back about five yards and I hear two solid grunts coming from the opposite direction, I move my head slowly and I see this big buck walking right to where the forkie was. So I switch my standing position and get focused on this monster. He comes to 15 yards and I make a little sound to make him stop and I draw back and rest my pin right on the lungs and fire away. As soon as I released I knew it was a good shot and a complete pass through, I saw the bloody arrow on the ground right behind where the buck was standing. So I watch as this big buck turns around and takes off into the plowed corn field, and then watch as it drops just 60 yards away from the stand. I was pumping my arms in excitement and my heart was racing.
Next I called my dad and practically screamed into the phone that I just shot a huge buck and he said he’ll be right there, and told me to sit patient in the stand until he gets there because he didn’t want the buck to get a second wind and run off. Well my dad took too long and I knew for a fact he was dead so I climbed down from my tree-stand and went right to my arrow, and saw it covered in bright red blood, a great sign. After that I took my slow, and quiet walk to my buck and when I got there I saw that he was huge, a monster symmetrical eight pointer. I threw my arms up in joy with my bow in hand.
When my dad, with our friend Steve, got there and I was standing by my buck they couldn’t believe how big and symmetrical he was. After we got him field-dressed and into the back of my dads pick-up, I rode in the back with my buck all the way home and too where we hang the deer up at. The buck ended up scoring 141-3/8 Pope&Young.
And I shoot a Hoyt Trykon with Muzzy 3-blade 100grain broadheads and I will never change.