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Based on a True Story

Dear Dr. Phil,
My distant cousin, Nathaniel Yoder, named a deer after me. And then he killed it. Should I be worried?
Dave in Kentucky

Dear Dave,
How big was the deer?
Dr. Phil

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Okay, maybe the correspondence between Dave and Dr. Phil is a stretch, but the rest of it is true.

Nathaniel Yoder shot Dave - the deer, not his cousin - on Sept. 22, 2012. Of all the nicknames Nathaniel might've chosen for the buck, he chose Dave because his cousin became unhinged after seeing a trail camera image of the big Harrison County Typical standing over a mineral lick.

Nathaniel was pretty excited, too, and he couldn't keep it under wraps for long. He wound up passing it around at a family reunion, which is when Dave saw it.

"He thought the rack might gross 190. He got so torn up about it that we ended up naming the big buck Dave," Nathaniel grinned.

Nathaniel hunted only one afternoon during the first three weeks of the bow season. His second trip to the woods was on the afternoon of Sept. 22.

About 6:15, he heard and then saw a small 8-pointer that he hoped was the same 4x4 often photographed with the buck he called Dave. It was indeed.

As soon as the second buck stepped into the open, he recognized it immediately. After passing up a less-than-perfect opportunity at 30 yards, Nathaniel wound up with an 18-yard shot.

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What a Difference a Year Makes!

Had the curtain not been about to fall on Kentucky's 2011 deer season, Hebron bowhunter Jim Hill might've taken the 30-yard poke at the 150-inch 10-pointer he'd nicknamed the Grapevine Ten. He chose not to, to let the buck live at least one more year, because he thought enough of his neighbors had tagged out so that it could.

That wasn't the case a couple of weeks earlier, when the whitetail's antlers became entangled in some vines just 25 yards from his treestand. The scene was almost biblical.

If the animal had remained still long enough, Jim's bowstring would've hummed. But it managed to free itself and leave forthwith, before Jim could say "Jack Robinson."

"After that, I nicknamed him the Grapevine Ten," Jim said. "In addition to the nice rack, he had a calcium deposit on a front leg that made him easily recognizable."

That summer, Jim planted a clover plot near the buck's stomping grounds, and he retrieved his first trail camera photograph of it in June. With two more months to grow, its rack was already as big as it had been in 2011.

By late August, the deer was passing in front of the camera four times a day before it changed food sources and disappeared.

Jim hunted the field edges throughout September and most of October, but he didn't see the Grapevine Ten until Oct. 28, when he moved deeper into the property.

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Hello, Stranger

When the 13-pointer stopped mugging for Ashley Bugg's trail camera in January 2012, the hunter from Corydon, Ky., assumed the deer he'd been watching for two seasons was pushing up daisies.

"In the last photograph I had of the buck, it looked to be in bad shape," Ashley said. "Its gut was all sunk in. I still kept checking the camera and hoping, but that was it."

Writing off the whitetail as being dead, however, proved to be 11 months premature.

With no more than half an hour of daylight remaining on Nov. 16, a doe passed through the area Ashley was watching. A buck strolled onstage 10 minutes later.

A glimpse of the rack's left side was all Ashley needed in the way of incentive. He picked up his rifle, aimed and squeezed the trigger, knowing only that the whitetail was much bigger than the 9-pointer he'd been hoping to see from a stand.

There was no bang, however. Not even a click, unless the pop of a jaw falling open counts.

Ashley had forgotten to disengage his gun's safety.

He managed to regroup and take a shot nonetheless, even though he was a bit rattled and the deer was farther along in its quest for a girlfriend.

After a night spent wondering if he'd blown his chance, Ashley recovered the buck the next day. And he was doubly thrilled as he approached the fallen giant.

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Has THE Pike County Come Full Circle?

Back in 2001, the year I first went to Pike County, Ill., and shot my first buck and doe with a bow (I was a late bloomer in archery), the area was 20 years beyond its peak.

I still remember the 1980s, when newspapers all over the country published stories about the monstrous whitetails being harvested in Pike County. The glowing reports made it seem as if giant deer were to be found behind every sparse bush.

In no time at all, every inch of ground - with or without bushes - was snatched up by outfitters eager to capitalize off the big deer and free publicity.

Unless they had land to lease, the locals hated it. Still do, I suspect.

Giant deer aren't as numerous as they were during west-central Illinois' heyday. But the food is still there. Ditto for the genetics. And the land certainly hasn't disappeared, though it might have changed hands a few dozen times.

It's extremely rare for hunters to tag world-class bucks while hunting with an outfitter. Deer simply won't tolerate the extra pressure.

If there is an exception, however, it's to be found in Pike County. When the corn is harvested, whitetails concentrate in the only cover left to them.

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