Jason Dill 10 pointer 2004

Listed by spalding1

Hunter's Name: Jason Dill

10 pointer in the field
10 pointer in the field

10 Pointer on the wall
10 Pointer on the wall

Me and Pops with the fallen buck
Me and Pops with the fallen buck

10 pointer in the field
this is where this big guy took his final breath

State of Harvest: Illinois
Closest City: Winnebago
County of Harvest: Winnebago
Were Deer Calls Used?: Yes
Were Lures Used?: No
Weapon Used: Vertical Bow
Number of Points: 10 Point

Year of Harvest: 2004
Story and Comments.: Bow hunting, there is nothing like it. Seasons of paralyzing cold, blazing heat, throbbing muscles, endless expeditions and innumerable frustrations all become worthwhile in one superb heart-stopping second . A magnificent animal is so close that a single breath or blink of an eye will spook it. It appears, as if by magic, in a spot you've watched for hours. It can approach from a distance, giving you time to make ready. It doesn't matter, the thrill's the same, and at this moment it all comes together(Dave Canfield). The rush is sent throughout you numbing every square inch of your body. The moment can seem to persist for what seems like eternity. The thoughts of success and triumph are on the conscious of your mind, while anguish and catastrophe are creeping up behind you. Conquest or failure, it is all dependent on the placement of the arrow. Your nerves are like passionate warriors combating within your core. It is now time for the shot …. Is exactly what happened on November 9, 2004 as a beautiful, mature buck blessed me with his presence and sanctified my aspirations of this bow season.
I arrived to my stand about 5:00 a.m., and was settled into my stand as I listened to the sounds of breaking sticks, distinct strides, numerous snorts and the breathtaking sounds of scrapes being freshened. The deer were absolutely all over me. I could swear that more than 8 different deer were under me before daylight. As the luminescent sun rose over the horizon and glistened through the tall oaks and sumacs while mirrored off of the drizzling stream, a north east wind blew across my face. It felt like a perfect, primetime morning. The situation could not have felt any better or assuring. I was sitting in my stand for nearly 30 minutes without any whitetail revealing itself to my vision. I decided to do a rattling sequence. I rattled for nearly two straight minutes as hard as I could hit the rattle bag. As soon as I lay the bag down, a deer comes flying through the woods, as if on a mission. I made contact with the deer and said to myself, “wow, that is a nice bodied deer, which has to be a buck”…sure enough, it was a buck. But only a 3 pointer. This was ridiculous, that 3 pointer had a 180 pound body. Well, the buck rushed right to the bottom of my tree and stood there for nearly 20 minutes. I could not get that little guy to leave. He finally started walk north of me along the creek and barely out of sight. I figured there had to be a much larger, more dominant buck than that deer in the area, so I picked up my bag again, this time interrupting my rattling with grunts on my truetalker. I made it through not even 20 seconds of rattling when I heard some crashing coming through the woods. I set down my bag and kept the grunt in my mouth as I reached for my bow. To my surprise a large bodied deer with a big rack stepped to an opening with his head down. He raised his head and then got it hooked in a sumac and had to tear it loose, revealing his exceptional rack (a shooter every single time in my eyes). He started walking the opposite way and I turned him around with a grunt from the truetalker and he came to me on a string. A 10 yard shot, a Carbon Express arrow, a 100grain Muzzy broadhead and one determined hunter was all it took. The buck ended up being a 260 pound, 10 pointer with nearly a 20” spread. He scores around the 140” mark, but the measurements mean nothing because he is an amazing trophy and memory that I will cherish forever. A true trophy is whatever makes that hunt memorable. I rattled that buck in, did everything right that I could possibly do and harvested that animal, that is why that deer means so much to me.


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