Hunting with Dad…

The man behind the bow By Scott Bestul Photo by the Author

ust as he did the previous year, my father killed a mature whitetail buck during Minnesota’s archery season this past fall. The hunt story was relatively ho-hum; a pretty 10-point buck showed up 45 minutes before dusk, worked a scrape line down a logging road and, in the process, walked within 25 yards of the ladder stand where my dad waited patiently. Dad leveled his crossbow, took careful aim and made the shot. The buck trotted 25 yards, sensing something strange had happened, and then toppled over like he’d been deflated.

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