With mere minutes on the clock remaining in his DIY Nebraska bow hunt, the advice of Sean’s nine year old son Cole was about to pay off. “Dad, you’ve got get into the timber.”

Anyone who’s hunted the Midwest knows the struggle of hunting in agricultural areas. Prior to his arrival, Sean thought the corn would be harvested, causing the deer to be up and on the move. After making the trip from his home state of Indiana, he was greeted by miles and miles of corn still standing in the fields because of recent rains.


Add to that, the fact that they were forecasting winds in excess of 25 miles per hour of the six days of his hunt and you can see why Sean was anything but optimistic about the odds of killing his first buck as a DOD team member on this trip.

A few hundred miles back home in Indiana on the phone with his Dad, young Cole Lundy offered his advice to hunt the timber. That’s exactly what Sean did.

Perched in a stand overlooking an old pasture field back in the woods, Sean was treated to a great showing by the Nebraska does and young bucks, but no shooters. He decided to make a move and hunt a different stand on Monday. Though the wind wasn’t as bad, it was still moving around 15 miles per hour. He’d never in his life been more thankful for his Muddy safety harness during those sits.

After seeing a shooter step out of a cedar thicket some 90 yards away, yet never getting any closer, Sean made another move to relocate closer to where this buck stepped out.

Concealed in his Nomad gear in Mossy Oak, he climbed into this stand at 3:30 on Tuesday afternoon; just hours before he’d need to begin the long drive home. It didn’t take long before does and young bucks began showing…but not the shooter.

Daylight began to wane and Sean wondered if he’d be headed back home emptyhanded. 30 minutes before dark, a young eight pointer stepped out into the field, then turned and went back into the cedar thicket to pick a fight with another buck. Sean watched and strained his eyes to make out the mess of movement behind the branches. When the bucks finished sparring, the young buck made a retreat and Sean’s shooter stepped out just 25 yards away.

The buck skirted Sean’s location on his way down to the pond, walking through Sean’s wind. The buck paused for a second to scent check, but the combination of ScentCrushed clothing and a couple of does kept him in play.

Ultimately, the buck walked within 12 yards of Sean and stopped as he was quartering away. Sean came to full draw on his PSE EVO and sent a Rage just behind the last rib and out the buck’s other side through his armpit. 75 yards of solid blood trail later, Sean had his hands on his Nebraska trophy.

Sean was elated to make the kill and knew he had to share the success with his hunting buddy (and advisor) back home. Tears welled in his eyes as he told Cole about the evening. It was a big night for Sean killing his first buck as a DOD team member and a great affirmation that he ought to continue paying attention to his son’s hunting advice.

As told to Tim Kjellesvik.