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This hunt started back last year when the Lindsey's encouraged me to apply for one of the coveted Iowa late season tags. Summer rolls around, I get my tag in the mail and now I begin the long wait until January! I was really looking forward to seeing all of these Iowa giants we hear so much about and dreading the cold Iowa weather we know is up here. Unlike the deer in the mid-west a boy from south Georgia doesn't move real well when the temperature drops below freezing.

This Iowa farm has produced some monsters in the past and there are trail camera pictures and close encounters to prove they
are still around. By the time I arrived in camp the ladies had just harvested two mature bucks. My hopes were high. We were after the same thing, an older age classed deer that had reached his potential. They had a couple of spots already picked out near food sources and all we needed was the wind to cooperate for us to make our move.

We saw a lot of deer the first two days. Mostly does, a handful of smaller
bucks and a few bucks that already shed a horn or two. On the third day a cold front blew in and we were ready to make it happen. A wind chill of -9 is only good for one thing, seeing mature deer on their feet. Luckily we got to the stand early that evening. We had barely gotten situated before deer started to come out of the bottoms looking for the last little bits of food that were still in the fields.

We had a super close encounter with a 160 inch 9 pointer but before we could make up our minds how old he was, he was on top of us and standing in the one spot we might get winded. I think you know how that story ends. Talk about being down. That was some kind of awful feeling. After we regained our composure, opportunity number two came knocking. Jeff saw a set of tall massive horns coming up over the hill and knew within seconds that this was an older deer they called "Mom's buck" because of an encounter Mrs. Lindsey had with him years earlier while sitting with her husband. It took forever but that old 9 pointer must have read the script because he walked to within 60 yards giving us a perfect broad side shot. It was tough to stop shaking long enough to pull the trigger but I managed a good shot. After letting the moment soak in for few minutes, it hit me I not only had my biggest buck ever but my first ever video kill! What a week I will never forget!!....Walker