"I hunted one evening and saw him get out of his bed in some prairie grass, head into some clover, and feed toward me," Don says. "I almost got a shot that night, but another buck saw me and spooked, taking the 12-point with him. The next evening I was in the same stand. This time the buck was bedded in a strip of timber, but headed toward the same clover field. I had a 20-yard shot and made it happen."