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Entries for October 2014
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
2004: The Justin Hogan Buck
By Mike Handley
If a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?
What if, instead of a tree, it’s a world-class whitetail?
Justin Hogan of Densmore, Kan., wasn’t around when a humongous deer made its final bed last year in a Phillips County woodlot. And, much to the hunter’s delight, neither were the squ... READ MORE
2003: The Jerry Bryant Buck
By Mike Handley
Strangely, the buck didn’t react to the loud pop of the crossbow’s string. The deer didn’t charge off toward parts unknown. It merely stood there, sort of bobbing its head and pawing the ground.
"I thought he was just peeved," remembers Jerry Bryant.
There was no way that the hunter from Peoria, Ill., could shoot again. He can o... READ MORE
2002 Cowinner: The Wayne Zaft Buck
By Kevin G. Wilson
It seems fitting that Alberta, Canada, the birthplace of Buckmasters’ Full-Credit Scoring System, has yielded the new No. 1 Typical in the BTR’s compound bow category. The five-year reign of the Sam Collora Buck from Iowa came to an end on Oct. 8, 2001, when Wayne Zaft of Spruce Grove, Alberta, arrowed a 205 7/8-inch 13-pointer during a... READ MORE
2002 Cowinner: The Troy Wilson Buck
By Dale Weddle
For Troy Wilson of Mt. Sterling, Ky., success in the deer woods has always been measured by the lumps in his freezer, not by a measuring tape. The self-proclaimed "meat hunter" has never cared much about what his bucks’ antlers score. As long as he’s able to collect fresh venison for family table, he’s happy.
Troy’s outlook... READ MORE
2001: The Mike Beatty Buck
By Dan Armitage
Fumbling nervously in the darkness for one of his distinctive white-fletched arrows, Mike Beatty had made one of the toughest decisions of his life: to temporarily abandon the search for the monstrous whitetail he’d shot at dusk. Still not convinced that he’d chosen correctly, the Ohio bowhunter nocked the projectile on the barbed wire ... READ MORE