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How to Shush a Grumbling Stomach

Not saying anything was the hard part.

Greg Murray looked from the buck to his 12-year-old son, Gunnar, and then back to the deer. This season is only the boy’s third, so Greg wanted to reassure him, to calm him, or maybe to talk him through squeezing the trigger. At the very least, he wanted to point out that there were two bucks, and the one bringing up the rear was the one Gunnar had been hoping to shoot ever since he saw it on a trail cam photo.

But after handing over the rifle, Greg remained tight-lipped, as if speaking would be the equivalent of an ill-timed cough on a golf course green.

“I felt like I should’ve said something,” Greg smiled. “I was wondering the whole time, ‘Should I be talking to him? Coaching him?’ But I kept my mouth shut because the deer were less than 50 yards from us and staring in our direction.”

Greg’s eyes were on the bigger buck when the crack of the .243 sent both animals fleeing. He saw what his son didn’t: the reaction of a fatally hit deer.

“YOU GOT HIM! YOU GOT HIM!” he almost shouted, reigning the volume as best he could.

Father and son were sharing a camo-shrouded ladder stand about half a mile from their home south of Topeka, Kan., on Sept. 9. The youth and disabled season ran from the 8th through Sept. 16.

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Testament for Still-hunting

Had the state of Illinois not changed the rules for 2011's October youth hunt, allowing kids to shoot bucks (not just does), Chapin, Ill., taxidermist Jason Donovan might've earned one less truck payment.

Nobody was happier to hear the news than 12-year-old Dalton Phillips.

Not that Dalton was new to hunting, not because he minded being on doe patrol, and not because he'd never shot a buck. He began accompanying his dad, Travis, when he was 7. Going into the 2011 season, he'd already shot a 6-pointer, 8-pointer and a couple of does with is shotgun.

Just knowing that bucks were fair game was enough to put a spring in his step when he and his dad headed to a farm in McDonough County on Saturday, Oct. 9.

"We sat for a long time (on the ground), but saw nothing," Dalton said. "So we got up and started walking through an oak bottom, just easing along, working our way down a big hill.

"When we saw this deer, it was eating grass and berries. It didn't know we were there," he continued. "I got down on one knee and put my elbow on the other one.

"I had to shoot really quickly," he said.

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09
Venison with a Side of Crow

When Danny Culpepper sent his son, Fletcher, a text message on Oct. 22, asking if he could carry some material in to camouflage his ladder stand, he had no idea Fletcher was sitting in and had just shot a deer from it. He knew only that his 27-year-old son was hunting the 55 acres, which is why he thought to ask before driving back there.

To learn that Fletcher was actually hunting from his stand was a bit shocking. Kiddo had ribbed him about the poor placement, saying it was too obvious and that he'd stick out like a sore thumb if he sat in it, which is why Danny was bringing the camo.

"It's funny," Fletcher said. "I'd told Dad: ‘You're NOT going to get a shot at a deer from that stand.' I'd been nagging him about it being too much in the wide open."

Fletcher was thrilled over his father's arrival, even if it meant he'd have to eat a little crow. The timing couldn't have been better, too, because he didn't want to get down from the stand and lose sight of the downed deer; he wanted to be able to shoot again, if it regained its feet.

So he told Danny to come on in, and he directed him to the still-dead whitetail.

"Why'd you shoot such a small buck?" his father yelled. "It's half as big as the one on your brother's camera."

Fletcher was sure the deer was no slouch, but he couldn't help second-guessing his estimate until Danny started chuckling.

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03
Signal Jammer

If you tried to call someone in Columbus, Ohio, between 7:00 and 8 p.m. on Oct. 18, 2011, and got an "all circuits are busy" message, blame Ronnie Stevens.

By the time he'd finished calling all his friends that evening, his telephone was smoking; there was no skin left on his dialing thumb; and he was perilously close to having laryngitis. It's a wonder he didn't lose track of who knew and who didn't know that he'd let the air out of a world-class whitetail.

"I called pretty much everyone in Ohio," he grins.

The bowhunter made short work of putting an arrow through his heart's desire during his first stint in a new stand, although the 25 days leading up to that long anticipated encounter were anything but routine.

On the way back home from his son's volleyball game on opening day of bow season, he spotted a bachelor group of very nice bucks feeding in a bean field. One was an incredible 10-pointer he thought would easily tally 180 inches.

So smitten with the deer, Ronnie found out who owned the property and gained permission to hunt it, which would've been okay except that the nearby village had a "no projectile" ordinance (as applicable to broadheads as it is bullets).

After trying and failing to persuade city officials to allow him to hunt that farm, he wound up having to seeking permission to hunt another landowner's property -- outside the village's jurisdiction -- across the road.
 

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