Some dollars are remembered forever.
The Iowa 9-point was the one I’d been looking for for weeks, and while it wasn’t one of the giants the Hawkeye State is known for, I wasn’t much of an archer either. At just 19 years aged and trying to figure out whitetails on public land, I’d decided that almost any deer with antlers was good enough for me. Once or twice I’d spotted a whitetail—a ghostly, broad-shouldered deer that lived in the thickets of the Mississippi River valleys—and I wanted one badly.
Pre-season deer hunting stand changes: A little work now means a safe and sound, silent hunt later
