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You Can Take the Boy out of Ohio, but...

Thirty years ago, a private club leased the portion of an Ohio coal company’s land that Todd Lowe used to hunt.

“They tore down my stand and placed a ‘no hunting’ sign on the same tree,” he said.

That turn of events forced Todd to explore new nooks and crannies on public (permit) land. One of the most promising was across the road, where deer sign ringed some beaver ponds. He even jumped a huge buck there that he estimated was at least a 170-incher.

Although he moved to West Virginia in 1989 and to North Carolina in 2005, he still returned to Ohio to hunt deer.

In 2011, Todd had planned to return to Ohio the first week of November, but his aunt fell ill in mid-September. He wound up going much earlier.

“We left North Carolina after church on opening weekend of Ohio’s archery season so I could hang a stand before nightfall and be in the woods on Monday morning,” he said. “That beaver pond was calling my name!”

The first morning in the woods, he saw a buck right before daylight that had to be a 200-incher. It came to within 18 yards, but Todd couldn’t see his bow sight’s pins.

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Will Weld for Whitetails

A friend in North Carolina bowhunts Kansas every year for the price of his non-resident license and the gasoline required for the long drive. He’s a contractor; owns his own construction business.

He gained access to prime land by bartering his carpentry skills for keys to gates.

Paul Hein, a high school football coach in Blue Grass, Iowa, took a page from that same playbook.

Two decades have passed since Paul, who also teaches welding, befriended a farmer willing to trade fall mornings for much needed welding and machinery repairs. The big payoff came last season.

When his coaching responsibilities ended last fall, Paul was in the woods every evening after school. On Nov. 16, he was 18 feet up and in the crotch of an oak tree by 3:20 p.m.

He started off by grunting and rattling. He’d selected a stand 30 yards south of an unpicked cornfield and about 70 to 100 yards from some bedding areas.

At 5 p.m., Paul heard something to his right and saw a small buck heading his way. It was acting spooky and kept looking back over its shoulder. Figuring another deer was behind it, Paul stood. A minute or two later, a monstrous buck appeared, looking for a fight.

The thick-necked whitetail was easily pushing 300 pounds, and the rack looked like it had an extra beam.

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The Cat That was Never in the Bag

Travis Cockburn winced whenever he heard a gunshot during last November’s firearms season in Illinois. But it wasn’t because slugs were whizzing past his head or splintering nearby trees.

With every bang, he just knew somebody had shot the cartoonishly big buck his son, Caden, had nicknamed Ginormica after seeing summertime trail cam photographs of the beast in velvet. Seems everyone in Johnston City knew about the deer.

The bodacious and nocturnal buck was thrice photographed on the Cockburns’ 80 acres, the last time on Sept. 1. At least one neighboring landowner got 30 photos.

After not seeing the buck in the flesh or on a camera during the first six weeks of bow season, Travis’ hopes were tainted with fear that someone would shoot the giant deer when the gun season opened. But no news was good news.

When Travis took his bow afield on Nov. 27, a Sunday afternoon, he never expected to see the brute.

“I saw only a bobcat until around 4:15,” he said. “And then I spotted something off to the side and turned to see this freak slipping down the creek, knee deep in water. In the span of 15 seconds, he was broadside to me at 18 yards.”

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All for an Extra 30 Minutes of Stand Time

Wind direction and limited time dictated where Wisconsin's Rory Leszczynski hunted after work on Nov. 2, 2011. Though he had access to private lands, he opted for public ground, which would give him an extra 30 or 45 minutes in a tree.

Rory had heard rumors of one or two giants roaming the Marathon County tract, but he'd seen only one decent buck during previous hunts. He'd also found a nice 5-point shed there in the spring.

The weather that day was breezy and rainy. The wind was out of the east and was supposed to do a 180. And, for once, the forecast was on target.

"Before I climbed a large double oak 40 yards off a cornfield, I sprayed some doe-in-estrus and dominant buck scents on a wick and placed it over a scrape," he said. "I also sprayed some nearby trees."

Aloft at 3:30, he ranged a few trees and the distance to the cornfield. A half-hour later, he rattled and grunted, a routine he likes to employ every 20 minutes.

"At 5:25, the rain finally stopped and the wind died. I rattled, scanned the area, and then hung up the antlers. When I scanned again, I saw a deer about 150 yards distant," he said. "I could see a rack before I even grabbed the binoculars."

It had to be a 170-incher, he thought.

When Rory grunted a couple of times, the buck started walking toward him.

While trying to get into a shooting position with his bow, Rory inadvertently brushed one of the double trunks with his nocked arrow, which fell 20 feet to the ground after a loud ding. His next-to-last nerve fell with it.

He scrambled to nock another arrow. Checked three times to see if the nock would hold. Prayed the buck didn't hear the first one plummeting.

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