They encompassed Wisconsin, Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, Minnesota, and Ohio. I had heard stories of the reknown whitetail states. At that moment, I knew all the media hype surrounding Illinois had to be true. A mere thirty yards from my position, standing tall in the tender green crop, stood a 150 class nontypical ten point, and a smaller buck, which undoubtedly would have qualified for the Buckmasters Trophy Record Books. Thirty minutes passed before I glassed the field’s perimeter with the aged optics. I finished my climb into the portable deerstand with a old pair of Nikon binoculars in one hand, and a lukewarm soda in the other. This outing had rewarded me with all the luxuries of summer-ticks, deerflys, poison ivy, sweat, and a dry mouth. It was a miserable day to begin preseason scouting. I stopped climbing halfway up the trunk of a pinoak, to peer out over the sweltering beanfield, as it cooked in the hot August sun. Why states that only allow firearm hunters to use a shotgun are rewriting the record books.
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