Clean Deer Rifle


clean deer rifle

A clean deer rifle is a safe one.

It is always good to have a clean deer rifle. And now is a good time to make sure you have a clean deer rifle. I know one year I came home from the last weekend of hunting and I unloaded my Chevrolet pickup and put my gear in the storage room in the basement and never even cleaned my gun. It was almost summer before I cleaned it and it had a little rust. I want my clean deer rifle to be in tip top shape next year when I get after those big bucks.

Walmart has gun cleaning kits at reasonable prices. Just make sure you get the right caliber kit for your gun. They sell a universal kit that works with different calibers. Just make sure you get the correct tips for your caliber.

Clean Deer Rifle Tips

The first thing I do before cleaning my gun is lay out some news papers. It can get messy. I make sure I have some soft clean cotton rags, that I don’t mind getting dirty.The first thing is safety. Always treat a gun as if it is loaded. I don’t care if you know for a fact that you unloaded it the last time you used it. Treat it as if it’s loaded. Always point the muzzle in a safe direction, never at anyone. I know most of you know this, but I can’t preach gun safety enough. Please keep all your guns locked away from children. Use safety locks also.I always take the sling off, and remove the bolt. If you have a bolt action. Most of them are pretty simple. If you don’t know how refer to your owners manual. If you don’t have your manual you can look online if you have internet access. Once you have the bolt out, put the three pieces of the push rod together and put your wire brush on. Saturate the brush with solvent and coat the rod with solvent. Push the rod all the way through the breech end first then when you get the brush out of the other end pull it back through. Do this about ten times. Try not to let the rod touch the bore. Keep it as straight as possible. Take the brush off and attach the cleaning tip. Put a patch on and saturate it with solvent. And push it through and back. Then take off that patch and repeat until you get a clean patch. Then run a clean patch through the bore to remove the solvent. Then clean the gun action or bolt with a rag or patches and solvent. Then wipe dry. I use Q-tips to get those hard to reach spots. Then put gun oil on a rag and wipe down the gun and put a clean patch on and put gun oil on it and run it through the bore. Then wipe down any excess oil. Apply gun oil to all moving parts. And wipe any excess off. And then oil the swivels and where they attach to your gun. They will squeak if you don’t. And oiling them makes them easier to open and close.

Now next season when you get after those big bucks your gun will be ready. All you will have to do is sight it in. I like to clean mine after sighting it in as well. When I was in the United States Army(God Bless our Troops) Cleaning our M-16 was just about the most important thing we did. Having a weapon jam when you need it the most is not something you want to happen. So get those rifles clean boys and girls. Next season will be here before you know it.Now is a good time to make sure you have a clean deer rifle. I know one year I came home from the last weekend of hunting and I unloaded my Chevrolet pickup and put my gear in the storage room in the basement and never even cleaned my gun. It was almost summer before I cleaned it and it had a little rust.




Deer Hunting Big Bucks Decisions

big bucks decisions

Big bucks decisions sometimes have to be very quick.

I wanted to tell you a story one of those big bucks decisions that happened to me while deer hunting at BF Grant WMA in Georgia. There comes times when we are out deer hunting that we have to make quick decisions, decisions that are right or wrong. This is one of those big bucks decisions has stayed with me for years and I wanted to tell you about it.

Big Bucks Decisions

My grandmother grew up on a dairy farm in a little town called Godfrey in Putnam county in Georgia. Which is where BF Grant WMA is located. I had seen a lot of big bucks taken at BF Grant, in issues of Georgia Outdoor News. So I thought it would be really neat to go deer hunting big bucks where my grandmother was raised. They have two rifle quota hunts every year. The first one being harder to get drawn for. I had seen some nice trophies taken during the second hunt so I put in for it, for the up coming season. And I was drawn. I went scouting and found a really good looking spot to hunt. I picked out a tree and didn’t go back until the morning of the hunt.

It was a perfect late November morning the day of the hunt. I got there early and made my way through the woods in the dark down to the area I had picked a tree to get in my portable. But I couldn’t find the exact tree I had picked out when I was scouting. So I looked a little while and finally picked another tree. As the sun came up I realized the tree I couldn’t find was about twenty yards away. And I realized the tree I was in now wasn’t a very good choice. I was sticking out like a sore thumb. I had absolutely no cover of any kind. But I was settled in and it was daylight and a great cold morning, and the rut was in full swing. I was about thirty yards inside the property line beside a huge pasture that wasn’t part of the WMA I was on. The regulations made it clear that the pasture was private property.

About 9:00am I did a rattle sequence and threw in a few grunts. Well, the cows in the pasture spotted me and came over to get a look and see what in the world was making all of that noise up in that tree. I guess they didn’t know I was trying to rattle in a trophy buck not a cow. One of the cows was sick, and making the most awful noise you have ever heard. I let my guard down for a minute and I’m admiring the cows, when all of the sudden I hear a noise over my left shoulder. I turned to see what it was and it’s the biggest buck I have ever seen. He came across a clear cut to my calling and had spotted me sticking out like a sore thumb in that tree, turned around admiring the cows. When I heard him he had jumped a barb wire fence and landed on the other side, off of the WMA property I was on. When he landed he started running across the pasture, that’s when it dawned on me he was off of the WMA. I had a decision to make and I had to make it fast. A friend of mine that taught me a lot about shooting, told me if a buck is running, pick an open window ahead of him and when he runs into it, squeeze the trigger. The only two times I have ever tried this it worked perfectly. So I knew I could make the shot. But it wasn’t right, and I wasn’t going to do it. So I did the only thing I could think of to do and grabbed my grunt call and started grunting like crazy. But the game was over and he wasn’t playing any more. As I watched him run out of sight I felt like crying. I had a shot at the buck of my dreams and I couldn’t take it. What would you have done?

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Nine Pointer Deer Hunting Gwinnett

The other day I did a post about deer hunting Gwinnett big bucks on small tracts of property. I had mentioned a buck that I took on a fourteen acre tract of land. I’ve been wanting to put a post in the big bucks profiles, of the Gwinnett county buck. So I am going to profile my special nine pointer Gwinnett county buck. It’s one of my biggest bucks and it is probably the most special buck deer hunting.

Deer Hunting Gwinnett

buck taken deer hunting Gwinnett

This is my buck I took deer hunting Gwinnett county.

My father bought fourteen acres in Gwinnett county in Georgia years ago. We used to go a lot on it. It was a prime piece of property for whitetails. It’s where I took my first buck. My father built a house on the property and it was really nice. There were some great spots on it to go. I called my dad on a Sunday night to see if he had seen any deer when he went during the weekend.

He said he was in a stand on the creek that backs up to I-85. It’s a natural funnel. A pasture comes down to a strip of woods that goes up a hill to the interstate. It was just a prime spot. There were a lot of deer rubs and scrapes in the area. You could tell there were some big bucks using the area. I couldn’t go that weekend, so my dad was by his self. A big trophy buck came down the hill from behind him and saw my dad before he saw the buck. It was getting out of town in a hurry by the time dad saw it.

It was full rut and the big bucks were on the move. We had been almost every weekend, and had seen a lot of whitetails. So after he told me this I had the fever bad. I was fighting a cold but I wanted to get in the woods. I called a good friend of mine and asked him if he wanted to go with me, he said yes, so the next morning we were on our way. I told my friend that the bucks were in rut and I would be surprised if we didn’t see some action. My dad had seen several bucks.

I put him in his stand and I went and got in the stand near the highway. It was cold and I was sick, I was trying not to cough the whole hunt, I didn’t see anything all morning. But about 9:00am I started calling with a grunt call persistently. The traffic going by made it hard to hear anything walking in the woods. I was determined, several times I wanted to end the hunt, but I kept hitting that grunt call persistently.

Then it was about 10:30am and I heard something over my right shoulder. It was him, the big buck my dad had described to me that had seen him first. He saw me about the time I saw him. My gun was turned the wrong way when I first heard him. So as I turned to see what it was I swung my gun around and put it up immediately. He was about to bolt when my Winchester model 100 308 went off. I could tell he was hurt by the way he ran off.

I went back to my dads house and my friend was asleep in the car. We went to where I shot him and found blood and hair. We followed the trail a little ways then we found some bone. But the blood trail ran out. I had an idea. My dad had a bird dog and a German shepherd. We went and got them.

I figured the bird dog would be the best tracking dog. But when we got to the last place we found blood the bird dog looked lost but the German Shepherd was excited and ready to get that deer. I quickly gave my buddy the bird dog and I got Black Jack. Black Jack smelled the trophy and was pulling me down the same trail the buck had taken. Then he yanked the leash out of my hand and was running full speed. I couldn’t keep up. Then I heard Black Jack start barking like crazy. I ran to where he was and there is the big buck and Black Jack in a stand off. I quickly finished him off. I was so excited. It was my biggest buck ever. The buck had lost a lot of weight during the rut so he didn’t have a lot of fat on him. If my dad wouldn’t have told me about seeing that big buck, I don’t know if I would have gotten him. I am extremely proud of him. He will always be special to me.