It was Friday, the 27^th of October, my husband Mark and I were the coordinators of a “permit only” archery deer removal at a 1000 acre Regional Park in a Northern suburb of the Twin Cities Metro area. We had 15 other hunters in the woods, all had set up stands in a pre selected area of their choice.  I set up my stand around noon on that day, getting in and out of the woods as quickly and quietly as I could, leaving as little scent as possible. I was back and in my stand by 3:50pm with my 5pt safety harness securely attached. It was a beautiful late fall afternoon. The temps were cool, with the wind blowing lightly but steadily out of the southeast.  I let the woods settle around me, and with my bow in one hand began making a series of doe bleats with my Primos Original can call in my right hand.  I had been on stand for about a half hour when I heard the cattails rattling and looked towards my right shoulder. About 50 yards out there was a beautiful, mature 10-point buck slowly making his way toward the higher ground where I was.  He would take a few steps, rake his antlers in the brush, and I would call again.  He was a “shooter buck”, more mass and tine length than the 131-inch buck that I had taken a few years back.  I called again - he took another few steps and stopped, looking straight east.  The next sound I heard was loud movement in the cattails.  Then HE appeared.  Aggressively he strode out of the cattails, stopping right at the edge and looking toward the higher ground.  I believe that he is looking for his new girlfriend that I have in my pocket…the can.  He is the largest antlered buck that I have ever seen.  He literally had cattails hanging off of his antlers.  He has mass, height, length, palmation, kickers, stickers and a drop tine or three. I whispered aloud, Lord what are you doing to me?  He looks at the 10-point buck and walks directly to him.  When they finally meet, the two go nose to nose, the 10-point drops his head and backs away. Submission. Total submission. I am now only focusing on the larger buck’s ears, nose and eyes. I do not take my eyes or thoughts off of his senses, and do not look at his antlers again.  I tip the can, and he begins to casually head in my direction. Even though he is now almost completely downwind of me at about 30 yards, I’m not overly concerned because I feel confident my Scentblocker clothing will not give me away. Suddenly he turns and begins to walk from the north to the east, staying on the fringe of the cattails and the timber, where I have no clean shot at him.  Keeping to the edge and now heading south, he is slowly walking out of my life! I bleat to him again, and just about fell out of my stand when in response to my bleat just yards from my stand is a “PHEWWW!”  Apparently the 10-point hadn’t left as I had thought, he was under me and caught my movement.    “The gig is up” I thought.  But to my astonishment, the big buck actually stopped and turned back towards me.  I tipped the can again; the 10-point blew, stomped, blew and then vacated the area.  Now the big buck turned and headed back, retracing his previous steps.  This time however, he is closer and I am praying that I will have a shot opportunity.  I had one window, one small window about the size of a basketball, at about 17 yards.  I drew back my bow and as he entered my window I gave him a grunt with my voice, and another. He stopped, my pin already on his vitals-I released my arrow.  The buck ran about 20 yards and stopped, looking back. He dove deep to his side and hit the cattails with all he had.  It was the most awesome scene that I have ever experienced.  Every cattail he hit looked like an explosion, like a display of fireworks. He disappeared into the cattails, and all I could do was to watch the movement of the cattails and try to decipher if my aim was true. He began to “J hook” back around towards me and as suddenly as he had appeared, the movement stopped.