2008: The Ben Knisley Buck
By Keith Snider
For Ben Knisley, a "good" deer season is defined by how much time he’s able to spend in the woods with family and friends. Filling a tag always comes second to the young Minnesotan, and he’s not picky when opportunity knocks.
The 2006 season was good on both counts. Not only did Ben shoot a buck (a serious understatement), but he also ... READ MORE
2007 Cowinner: The Johnny King Buck
By Mike Handley
The two men approached the downed buck cautiously, from different sides. Johnny King’s bullets had dropped the enormous whitetail, but Brad Heisz, who’d answered his cousin’s desperate call for help, had obligingly administered the coup de grace.
Brad reached it first, while Johnny was circling around in front. He knelt, grasped ... READ MORE
2007 Cowinner: The Deb Luzinski Buck
By Deb Luzinski
On Friday, Oct. 27, 2006, my husband and I were the coordinators of a "permit-only" archery deer removal at a 1,000-acre regional park in a northern suburb of the Twin Cities Metro area. We had 15 other hunters in the woods, all in stands they’d selected.
I set up my stand around noon that day, getting in and out of the woods as quickly and ... READ MORE
2006: The Ed Huff Buck
By Mike Handley
Perhaps it’s a good thing that Ed Huff’s second arrow was never found. Somehow damaged, it might’ve been the reason the 55-year-old contractor from Lake Wales, Fla., didn’t hit the 4-inch bull’s-eye.
Or it might’ve been the pressure of shooting in front of an audience, to which few bowhunters are accustomed. Nev... READ MORE
2005 Cowinner: The Jeff Severson Buck
By Bruce Kaufman
On the eve of the 2004 deer season, Jeff Severson of Rice Lake, Wis., and his nephew, Shane Thome, decided they would settle for nothing less than record book bucks. Ditto for Barb, Jeff’s wife. And they all agreed that chances were best if they could get drawn for either Iowa or Kansas.
Miraculously, they got tags for both states.
That spr... READ MORE
2005 Cowinner: The Brad Jerman Buck
By Brad Jerman
The kiss of death.
Two snorts, followed by the noisy exit of a deer.
Despite my best effort at stealth, after 45 minutes of crawling in the dark and groping for a limb on which to hang an estrous-scented wick, a briar scratched loudly against my pants.
I was certain that the unbelievable buck I’d managed to videotape the previous evening h... READ MORE