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Nice bucks bud , and I’m sure the stories could make a book ! Yeti has the biggest smile and maybe buck also ! But that spike is a trophy I don’t care who u are !
Rackinup
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My best two. They’re within 2” of each other. Both taken in Henry county.
jhanie79
Senior Member
North or south Henry?
ssramage
Senior Member
1. The one I'm most proud of. My son's first deer ever last season at 7 years old.
2. My personal best. Monroe County bow kill.
2. My personal best. Monroe County bow kill.
No peekin
Senior Member
Wilcox County
M80
Useles Billy’s Spiritual Counselor
My dads collection. Top right is Paulding Co, middle are rockdale, and bottom left is south Fulton. Unfortunately I’ve been hunting since 1990 and I’ve never killed a buck over 100” thanks to mainly being a bow only guy. If I had my 300mag I’d have 4 between 130-140”. Waiting on my pope and young.
uturn
Senior Member
Great thread and awesome Ga.Bucks!
Here‘s mine Friday after Thanksgiving Day 2007 sat in a climber in the rain all day, on a small tree climber canted forward if you know what I mean..killed him at last light just as I had beyond to pack it in! It was in Brooks, never scored him..I think he’s a good one tho!
Here‘s mine Friday after Thanksgiving Day 2007 sat in a climber in the rain all day, on a small tree climber canted forward if you know what I mean..killed him at last light just as I had beyond to pack it in! It was in Brooks, never scored him..I think he’s a good one tho!
Lukikus2
Senior Member
Good to see some old faces around here 
Antlered and non antlered.
Antlered and non antlered.
Ace1313
Senior Member
My Mitchell County Deer
TerrellBuckman
Banned
I bet he looked huge in person
Ace1313
Senior Member
This Deer from Taliaferro scored within a half of the Mitchell County deer gross. This one is the most special deer in my collection as he was a 6year deer we chased and grew on my old farm there.
Hickory Nut
Senior Member
Just a big bodied old sixer, but he's my best yet.
Rackinup
Senior Member
South ?
jhanie79
Senior Member
Same here..
Darkhorse
Senior Member
I hope this is allowed. I've already posted some pages back my best buck but I feel I need another and make it my best 2 Geogia bucks.
This was my first deer of any kind and after several years of nada I finally prevailed and scored on a huge buck for the time. It was 1975 November 21 or 22 and I was hunting with a 35 Marlin with a 2.5 Weaver scope. I was still young, my son would be born the next year. I knew nothing about dressing warm, cotton long johns were considered cold weather gear along with Levi's. The warmest thing I had was a CPO coat that was 35% wool. For those who can't relate I froze my young *** off and shivered almost all morning every time I hunted.
So I had found some honest to goodness early deer sign and built a rickety deer stand and hunted it every weekend but never even seen a doe. Still I persisted and on a particularly cold, frosty clear morning magic happened. From my left I heard a hog grunting, then again and it was closer. I'll take a hog I thought being lefthanded turned as far to my left as possible when I heard it breaking some sticks as it came. Then far to my left I just saw a large animal walk out of a small bottom. I slowly turned to my right cocking the marlin as I turned to shoot the hog. But what I saw was a huge buck who spooked immediately. I was going to take a shot through the pines but I couldn't spot the deer. He couldn't have gone far without me seeing him so I just stared into the woods heartbroken. Then I saw something move behind a honeysuckle covered pine. Then again. Then again to the right. Finally I realized it was antler tips as he turned to look for what had spooked him.
I tried to still my knees which were trying to jerk and calm my heart. I was twisted severely and something had to give when he turned and started walking back the way he had come. I let him walk into a clear spot and put a .35 bullet through his heart. The blood trail was heavy and short.
Somehow I loaded him into my truck and part of an antler was sticking up above the side. I drove him around Montezuma and Oglethorpe and drew quite a crowd, nobody had seen a deer that big.
This was before meat processing plants so I went to a neighbors and asked him what to do. He called the game warden.
The game warden said he was probably a first generation northern deer that had been stocked in the flint river swamp. We tried to weigh him on a set of old 250 pound cotton scales which bottomed out when he was halfway off the ground.
My neighbor offered to hang him in his cooler and teach me how to process a deer. I gladly accepted.
The early photo's were taken with an instamatic and have long since faded. The one's of his mount do not do justice to what he really looked like. By the way, he was scored by the late Dick Whittington at 147 5/8".
This was my first deer of any kind and after several years of nada I finally prevailed and scored on a huge buck for the time. It was 1975 November 21 or 22 and I was hunting with a 35 Marlin with a 2.5 Weaver scope. I was still young, my son would be born the next year. I knew nothing about dressing warm, cotton long johns were considered cold weather gear along with Levi's. The warmest thing I had was a CPO coat that was 35% wool. For those who can't relate I froze my young *** off and shivered almost all morning every time I hunted.
So I had found some honest to goodness early deer sign and built a rickety deer stand and hunted it every weekend but never even seen a doe. Still I persisted and on a particularly cold, frosty clear morning magic happened. From my left I heard a hog grunting, then again and it was closer. I'll take a hog I thought being lefthanded turned as far to my left as possible when I heard it breaking some sticks as it came. Then far to my left I just saw a large animal walk out of a small bottom. I slowly turned to my right cocking the marlin as I turned to shoot the hog. But what I saw was a huge buck who spooked immediately. I was going to take a shot through the pines but I couldn't spot the deer. He couldn't have gone far without me seeing him so I just stared into the woods heartbroken. Then I saw something move behind a honeysuckle covered pine. Then again. Then again to the right. Finally I realized it was antler tips as he turned to look for what had spooked him.
I tried to still my knees which were trying to jerk and calm my heart. I was twisted severely and something had to give when he turned and started walking back the way he had come. I let him walk into a clear spot and put a .35 bullet through his heart. The blood trail was heavy and short.
Somehow I loaded him into my truck and part of an antler was sticking up above the side. I drove him around Montezuma and Oglethorpe and drew quite a crowd, nobody had seen a deer that big.
This was before meat processing plants so I went to a neighbors and asked him what to do. He called the game warden.
The game warden said he was probably a first generation northern deer that had been stocked in the flint river swamp. We tried to weigh him on a set of old 250 pound cotton scales which bottomed out when he was halfway off the ground.
My neighbor offered to hang him in his cooler and teach me how to process a deer. I gladly accepted.
The early photo's were taken with an instamatic and have long since faded. The one's of his mount do not do justice to what he really looked like. By the way, he was scored by the late Dick Whittington at 147 5/8".
crstwy
Member
135 2/8 gross… 210 lbs… opening day gun season 2020
Anything is allowed in here , great buck and story . I really enjoyed everyone’s stories and pictures !I hope this is allowed. I've already posted some pages back my best buck but I feel I need another and make it my best 2 Geogia bucks.
This was my first deer of any kind and after several years of nada I finally prevailed and scored on a huge buck for the time. It was 1975 November 21 or 22 and I was hunting with a 35 Marlin with a 2.5 Weaver scope. I was still young, my son would be born the next year. I knew nothing about dressing warm, cotton long johns were considered cold weather gear along with Levi's. The warmest thing I had was a CPO coat that was 35% wool. For those who can't relate I froze my young *** off and shivered almost all morning every time I hunted.
So I had found some honest to goodness early deer sign and built a rickety deer stand and hunted it every weekend but never even seen a doe. Still I persisted and on a particularly cold, frosty clear morning magic happened. From my left I heard a hog grunting, then again and it was closer. I'll take a hog I thought being lefthanded turned as far to my left as possible when I heard it breaking some sticks as it came. Then far to my left I just saw a large animal walk out of a small bottom. I slowly turned to my right cocking the marlin as I turned to shoot the hog. But what I saw was a huge buck who spooked immediately. I was going to take a shot through the pines but I couldn't spot the deer. He couldn't have gone far without me seeing him so I just stared into the woods heartbroken. Then I saw something move behind a honeysuckle covered pine. Then again. Then again to the right. Finally I realized it was antler tips as he turned to look for what had spooked him.
I tried to still my knees which were trying to jerk and calm my heart. I was twisted severely and something had to give when he turned and started walking back the way he had come. I let him walk into a clear spot and put a .35 bullet through his heart. The blood trail was heavy and short.
Somehow I loaded him into my truck and part of an antler was sticking up above the side. I drove him around Montezuma and Oglethorpe and drew quite a crowd, nobody had seen a deer that big.
This was before meat processing plants so I went to a neighbors and asked him what to do. He called the game warden.
The game warden said he was probably a first generation northern deer that had been stocked in the flint river swamp. We tried to weigh him on a set of old 250 pound cotton scales which bottomed out when he was halfway off the ground.
My neighbor offered to hang him in his cooler and teach me how to process a deer. I gladly accepted.
The early photo's were taken with an instamatic and have long since faded. The one's of his mount do not do justice to what he really looked like. By the way, he was scored by the late Dick Whittington at 147 5/8".
