What are you chances of Killing a 150" deer in GA?

slow motion

Senior Member
So I’m gonna derail and ask , what if said neighbor has 20 acres and gets a couple days in November to hunt ? Or if 130 is his biggest or if his neighbor has all habitat and he only gets roaming bucks . Is he supposed to pass a buck so his neighbor can get another hero pic with a 1fitty …. And yes I’ve killed a a 150 but I still LOVE a 130
In my case be happy for him. I've killed a couple in the Midwest that were "lesser bucks" yet I'm happy with them. Truthfully some would be upset with.me as a neighbor. Not my friends in Illinois, but some folks. Good luck man.
 

Sixes

Senior Member
Can someone post data from the Atlanta counties for >150" deer (since ~2000). I have a hard time believing that there are lot of giant deer harvested in that area.

>Gwinnett, Cobb, DeKalb, Clayton, Fulton, Cherokee, Douglas, Fayette, Henry, and Rockdale

I consider Atlanta are as Fulton county. I live in Cherokee and do not remotely consider it part of the Atlanta area.

These are GON listings of deer they have scored from Fulton county, most from the last decade or so and only the ones they have scored. Lots more are killed and those hunters have enough sense to keep their mouths shut.

 

BamaGeorgialine

Senior Member
They aren't behind every bush in the Midwest either. Shoot the ones that make you smile. That's what I do. I am on a quest for a 150 but it's a for fun thing with me. Maybe i will one day but i wont lose sleep over it. I'm more about the experience of the hunt. Yes the kill is important. It's meat for us. It's a trophy for my collection. The memories are the best though. Watching deer i didn't kill. The baby coon i thought must be yote pups whimpering. When it got light i saw him. Up a 10' high dead tree. He finally climbed down and joined the family in a big white oak. They played like dogs doing the open jaw thing like biting each others mouth that pups do. Saw either a black fox or young black yote this past week. Otters. Turkeys. Saw a weasel once. White skunks. Making new friends with neighboring hunters. Watching my son disappear into the fog in an Illinois cornfield. Teaching both my boys to field dress a deer. Sitting in a tree stand listening to the boys hooping and playing back at camp. Putting an orange vest on everybody and wandering the lease catching frogs and lizards. Came back to camp with tadpoles several times. Life is fleeting. Try to enjoy it

They aren't behind every bush in the Midwest either. Shoot the ones that make you smile. That's what I do. I am on a quest for a 150 but it's a for fun thing with me. Maybe i will one day but i wont lose sleep over it. I'm more about the experience of the hunt. Yes the kill is important. It's meat for us. It's a trophy for my collection. The memories are the best though. Watching deer i didn't kill. The baby coon i thought must be yote pups whimpering. When it got light i saw him. Up a 10' high dead tree. He finally climbed down and joined the family in a big white oak. They played like dogs doing the open jaw thing like biting each others mouth that pups do. Saw either a black fox or young black yote this past week. Otters. Turkeys. Saw a weasel once. White skunks. Making new friends with neighboring hunters. Watching my son disappear into the fog in an Illinois cornfield. Teaching both my boys to field dress a deer. Sitting in a tree stand listening to the boys hooping and playing back at camp. Putting an orange vest on everybody and wandering the lease catching frogs and lizards. Came back to camp with tadpoles several times. Life is fleeting. Try to enjoy it all.
I'm sorry to hear about your son. That's a parents worse nightmare
 

Evergreen

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Nothing I'm about to type is anything that probably hasn't been said or known, but age, nutrition, cover, and pressure are the keys to it, and even then a lot of bucks just won't make it to 150 because all bucks aren't created equal. I will say I think a lot more bucks in Georgia could make it to 150 but I'm not about to tell anyone else how to enjoy their hunting. I think to many get caught up in the trophy part of it (myself guilty as well). Just hunt your way and enjoy your opportunities in nature.
 

slow motion

Senior Member
I'm sorry to hear about your son. That's a parents worse nightmare
Thanks but my son is fine. He's grown. He went a different way than me and it was before sun up but light enough to see a little. It made an old man think about life. Your children have to go their own way. You know where they are to some degree but their actions and the challenges they face are shrouded from you. Kinda like the fog. When you get older you view things a bit differently.
 

gma1320

I like a Useles Billy Thread
In my opinion, in the right parts of Georgia, purdy slim. In most of Georgia, none. In general in the right parts of Georgia, they don’t make it that long and get killed at 3.5 or 4.5 and there are not to many right parts of Georgia. But with that said. Shoot what you want and makes you happy. Who cares what anyone else thinks. It’s just a deer and hunting is supposed to be fun. I have a friend in Ohio who’s first deer was a 197 inch public land deer he killed at age 12. I asked him one day how he managed to hunt after killing that for his first deer and still have fun. His reply was “ I like to eat deer and hunt. I know the chance of me ever killing a giant like that are about impossible, so if I want a deer and see a spike, I shoot the spike.”
 
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notnksnemor

The Great and Powerful Oz
Here's a story for those that worry about what their neighbor shoots.

When I lived in Kansas, there was 1,000+ acres across the dirt road from my house I could bow hunt.
A friend had permission to gun hunt it during the 9 day season.
I was set up on the ground, tucked against a big cedar tree and decided to rattle a bit. With arrow nocked and bow on the ground, I hit the horns and within 30 seconds the biggest buck I have, and probably ever will see was at 10 yards looking right at me. I was busted. He had to be within 50 yards when I rattled.
He finally made me out and ran off.
3 days later, the 1st day of firearms season, my friend took a friend of his' daughter hunting for the 1st time.
She killed that buck on her very first hunt ever.
It scored 192 3/8.

I never blind rattled again after that.

Oh, and I was very happy for her, not mad.
 
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Cmcharles

Senior Member
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Here’s one from this year I have in the mid 50’s. 4 year old deer and he’s made it so far. Had him daylight 3 times in camera but no one saw him from a stand. This is 2k acres managed farm land with 6 hunters. (No openings lol)
They are around, more than people realize. Killing ones a different story. Most mature bucks want to be ~130” a small percent will be below 100 and a small percent will be above 150.
Of course there’s places a 150 is no big deal and places it’ll be the buck of a lifetime.
 

Buckstop

Senior Member
I know chances are way way slim, but still gotta be 1,000,000x better chance than hitting the power ball. And look how many tickets they sell for that. At least you can increase your odds ever so slightly by working at it. And by working at it you will see and take more mature ones of any horn size than if you don’t. That’s the fun part. Its more about the process than the measurement.
 

BamaGeorgialine

Senior Member
Thanks but my son is fine. He's grown. He went a different way than me and it was before sun up but light enough to see a little. It made an old man think about life. Your children have to go their own way. You know where they are to some degree but their actions and the challenges they face are shrouded from you. Kinda like the fog. When you get older you view things a bit differently.
I was just joking around a little bit. Yeah, I couldn't agree more. I turned 50 this year and we became grandparents for the first time a year and a half ago. This New Year's Eve was the best that I've had in a long time. I was able to sleep through the night because it was the first New Year's Eve in years that my kids were at their house safe and sound and I wasn't up worrying. My Dad doesn't know it, but the other day, I took a picture with my phone of him walking down a grown up road, on our club, on the way to his stand with his rifle over his shoulder. He'll be 69 in a few weeks. I'm going to try and enlarge it and frame it. I keep that picture in my head, but it'll be cool to give to my son one day
 

Darkhorse

Senior Member
I found a photo of the 164 5/8 " buck I shot years ago. The photo can be dated by the trebark camo I'm wearing.
This was many years ago and it's the best photo of him I've got.
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Spotlite

Resident Homesteader
For me, slim to none, because the 35" ones keep walking out first. :bounce:
Same here!!!

We’ve killed several in the 130’s and one in the 160’s so I think it’s possible if we left them alone.

But for me now - I need 3 for sausage and roast. I’ll buck hunt the rut…….outside of the rut I’m deer hunting.
 

Darkhorse

Senior Member
Looks like a k5 blazer too
It was. It was November 11th, a Sunday morning. I was hunting a 5,000 acre lease and I was the only one on the property. I was in a stand I'd built on a clearcut, a rough clearcut with a lot of dead trees and brush. I'd watched him move several hundred yards across and down towards a creek swamp without him giving me a shot. He was an estimated 400 yards away and I was shooting my .300 Win. Mag. My stand had shooting rails with a sandbag. It was a good spot chosen partially because of the amount of land I could cover and because the big tracks never followed the same trail but ranged anywhere in front of me. So I had built the stand where and how to be prepared.
Finally he paused on a little knoll mostly in the open. One shot off the sandbag and he took off on a dead run down towards the swamp. He ran behind some trees and never came out. I got down and hiked over there and found him less than 100 yards from the tree line.
I knew I could not drag him uphill the distance I needed to go so I scouted out a route through the stumps and holes that I thought I could get the K5 through. I had mudders on the Blazer and it was quite capable. I ended up getting right to him and backed up to a large stump. Then I dragged him up on the stump and into the back of the Blazer.
My wife and I had always wanted a big Blazer, it was a bucket list truck back then. We've often wondered why we ever traded it in on something else.
 

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