Father-in-law passing turns into a meaningful 200” trophy

Some stories are almost too good to be true.  For Matthew's extraordinary hunting story this is 100% accurate.  Picking up hunting as a hobby is not as great as it sounds; expensive equipment and lonely hunts in a tree to realize your hunting a ghostly animal.   In Matt’s particular instance, picking up hunting was quite easier.  His equipment was a priceless gift and his hunts were all but lonely as the calming hand of his late father-in-law guided his first ever deer season.  If you don’t believe in God folks, now is the time.  This stuff doesn’t just happen.  Hear the words directly from Matthew as he tells his legendary story about a 21-point, 200” buck.

Whitetail Country Nation,

After the sudden unexpected passing of my father-in-law, Dave, last November, my mother-in-law (Donna) and brother-in-law (Dustin), presented me with the bow that Dave had hunted with years past. Dustin, my brother in law invited me to join him in preparing the land owned by the Stone family (Adams County, WI) for the following year. I was excited to take on a new hobby. The next several months consisted of heading to “Dave’s Lodge”- named after my father in law for all his hard work he put into preserving the hunting location. We prepared deer stands, food plots, checked game cameras, and saw what the woods had to offer us for the hunt; increasing our excitement for opening weekend. It was a beautiful weekend for opening bow season, and my first experience bow hunting. Equipped with my late father-in-laws Mathews Drenalin bow, and anticipation – I was ready to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. My hunting partners Dustin, Dave, and John had taught me as much as they could and had plans to get me in the best locations to see some deer.

As we woke up in the early hours of the morning to head to our stands I felt like a kid in a candy store. I was so happy to be sitting in a stand taking on this new hobby, and couldn’t wait to see some deer. The sun came up and the morning turned into evening with no sight of a deer anywhere. That evening back at “Dave’s Lodge” my hunting partners told stories of the deer they saw that day. Dustin showed me a video of two little bucks scoring in front of him. John said he saw some does and fawns and Dave said he didn’t see a single thing either.

I tried to think of what I could have been doing wrong that I didn’t see a deer. I asked the guys for some advice and came up with a plan to head to a different stand the following morning. The stand I was headed to was the stand Dustin had sat in the day before. I was excited to get some movement around me, and possibly shoot off an arrow.

Sunday morning came quickly and I was in my stand ready to see some deer. The fog was settling in and there was not a leaf on a tree that was moving. I sat there and waited… and waited. And nothing came around. The woods were silent, not even a movement from the squirrels, the feeling was eerie. I headed back to “Dave’s Lodge” mid morning and was ready to go home. I was convinced that I had bad luck and my excitement was drained. The guys did everything they could to get me to stay for one more time out, and my wife encouraged me to stay for a few more hours. 

The guys all decided to take a nap, but I couldn’t fall asleep, something was telling me to get out in the woods. I kept checking the time and had a feeling to just go back to the woods. I headed to the stand near the water hole. The weather was warmer than usual and the sun was shining. I decided I was going to walk instead of driving the four-wheeler out, maybe the deer could hear it coming. After getting in my stand I could feel the wind blowing and the tree swaying. I sat there for about three and a half hours before I finally got the glimpse of my first deer of the season, a little fork buck. Shortly after that a few more came out; first off another buck, then a few does all coming to drink water. My adrenaline was going. I decided with the movement I should maybe get my bow in hand.

Down the trail right in front of me I saw movement.  A big doe presented herself. My adrenaline had me shaking. I had every intention of taking a shot at her but in the corner of my eye I noticed more movement up the hill. I suddenly stopped shaking and was still as I saw the big bodied deer coming towards the water. It walked slower and with more authority than any of the other deer I had seen that night. As it got closer I could see glimpses of antlers through the saplings. About fifteen yards out he finally cleared the saplings and I could see tall beams. My body remained calm and I knew this was my chance.  I placed my late father in laws bow in hand, drew back and lined up the sights perfectly.  As soon as he stepped towards the water I let the arrow fly! I could see the arrow heading towards him and make impact.  Off he ran. Oh my – what just happened?? I sat there for a few minutes to gather myself before climbing down to check it out. I tried to call Dustin to tell him I shot a buck because I knew he was close. He didn’t believe me, and it took some convincing. He told me to get out of the tree and head to “Dave’s Lodge” to get the other guys and we would track him.

We grabbed some lights and the other guys before heading to the watering hole to track my buck. John picked up the blood trail and we began to track. About a hundred yards of zig-zagging through the briars we saw a massive deer laying feet in front of us. We all began to shove each other out of the way to get there first to see what it was. We quickly realized he was the big one we were seeing on camera as we stood around him. Everyone was speechless. Dustin broke the silence and congratulated me and Dave and John followed suit. We drug him out of the briars to a clearing to get a better look at his mass and count up all 21 points. We loaded him up to take to show the landowners. Everyone was smiling, many beers were consumed, and I was still in shock of what had just happened.  I still can't believe this was the result of my first time bow hunting.

I know my father in law was with me in that stand. All I remember is the feeling I had back at “Dave’s Lodge” earlier the afternoon, something telling me to get out to that particular stand. As the deer had approached I wasn’t even shaking, something kept me calm. When the earlier deer came out I was nervous and shaking, but this buck didn’t trigger any adrenaline as I anticipated the shot. It is hard to explain the feeling, but I stayed calm and was able to line up a clean kill shot without a tremble. I know my father-in-law was with me in the stand that afternoon, teaching me the sport of bow hunting – with his bow in my grasp.

I can’t thank everyone enough for all their help and guidance; My brother in law, Dustin and hunting partners, Dave and John; The landowners, Rock & Dawn, and their generosity that is second to none, and my late father-in-law, Dave, for his guidance that day. Without all of them, this experience would have never happened. My first bow buck is a 21 point, 200 2/8” green score. I am ruined, I will never top this once in a lifetime buck, but I will be back in the stand again and I can’t wait.

Matthew Ornes from Sparta, WI

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