Scott O'Konek shoots his bow 300 days a year, dreaming that someday in the woods somewhere in Minnesota a white-tailed buck of memorable proportions will stride beneath his tree stand.
For O'Konek, 29, dream and reality blurred last week at Camp Ripley when a 32-point buck -- bearing perhaps the largest non-typical rack ever taken by archery in Minnesota -- ambled toward him.
Forty-four yards from O'Konek's perch, the statuesque whitetail stood a moment, shaking snow from its back as leaden skies drizzled rain. This was about 9 a.m. during the first of two special Camp Ripley archery hunts.
Oblivious to being watched, the buck with the ornate antlers stepped away. As it did, a carbon arrow carrying a razor-sharp stainless steel broadhead caught up to it from behind, entering just beneath its rib cage and piercing its heart. Death followed instantly.
A dream, this monster buck? Real? O'Konek, of South Haven, Minn., wasn't sure.
"I was shaking," he said. "I didn't know what to do. I sat there in my stand and said, 'Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.'"
When O'Konek finally climbed down from his stand to approach the deer, he hovered over it a full 45 minutes, studying the animal intently but not bending to touch it, leaving alone even its elaborate headgear.
"I would have shot a doe, had I seen a doe," he said. "I don't want to make too much out of this 'big buck' thing. Bow hunting is important to me. It makes me calm. If I see a red squirrel or a bird fly by, it makes my day. This was a bonus. It's the stuff we dream about as hunters."