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.

Kudzu Buck

dead kudzu buck

This kudzu buck died when he got tangled in kudzu.

Have you ever seen a kudzu buck?

Kudzu Buck Dead

The deer really like kudzu. If you like deer hunting big bucks you may like this story.

Just the other day my father in law Bill called me and said he had found a photo copy of a picture he had taken on his hunting property. Right in his own back yard. He said he thought this would be a great story for us. There have been several big bucks taken deer hunting on this property. His grandson had told him he thought he heard two big bucks fighting back there. It’s several acres back there with part of it being a kudzu field. I’ve been deer hunting back there and it just looks like there would be some big bucks living there. Bill went to see what the commotion was back there that his grandson had heard. It’s pretty thick back there. As Bill was walking down through there, he spotted a deer leg. Then he spotted the deer. In all his years of deer hunting he hadn’t seen anything quite like this. It was a trophy buck that had gotten his rack entangled in the kudzu. He must have freaked out and broke his own neck trying to get loose. It was just a freak accident. Bill went and got his camera and took some pictures. He can’t find the original pictures or negatives but he did find a photo copy. The quality isn’t very good. If he locates the original photos I’ll update this post. It’s like when two bucks get locked up and can’t get apart. Except it’s just one kudzu buck. Bill eventually cut the buck out of the kudzu and cut off the antlers. If you are like me, and like deer hunting big bucks, you sure hate to see a big buck die like this, especially if it’s one you are hunting in your own backyard.

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Flint River WMA Has Great Hunting

Flint River WMA public land buck

I took this nice buck deer hunting the Flint Rive WMA in Georgia.

If you like deer hunting big bucks then you should try Flint River WMA, in Dooly county in Georgia.

Flint River WMA

Several years ago I remember hearing about some really nice bucks being taken on the Flint River WMA, then I saw some pictures of some big bucks that were taken there. So I started thinking maybe I should put in to go there. So a friend and I put in for the quota hunt that year. I guess a lot of people had the same idea that we did. Going hunting where there were some big bucks. We knew it might take us a couple years to get drawn. So the next year we put in for the hunt again. Same results, we were rejected. So now we were more determined than ever to go deer hunting big bucks. That following year we were finally drawn. I think the hunt was December 2-5. We both worked together so we lined up our vacation days and before we knew it, it was time to go hunting. We left early on a Friday morning and headed to south Georgia. We arrived before lunch, and went scouting. We saw a lot of rubs and scrapes. We both picked out a place that looked like there were some bucks in the area and we were ready  to go hunting. The next morning I hunted in some planted pines over looking a swamp. I saw some but no bucks. One thing about Dooly county, you may not see a lot of deer, but you know that there are some quality bucks roaming those woods. After I hunted until around 11:00am. I saw three, but they were all does. I decided to get down and scout a little. I was supposed to meet my friend Steve around noon. As I am slowly walking down this road with planted pines on both sides, I am looking down each row. I spotted what looked like two eyes and a nose looking at me. I was walking slow and looking hard. But I almost walked right by these two eyes and nose. Looking down the rows of pines was like looking in a tunnel. You could see the sunshine at the end of the tunnel. I eased back to get another look, with my Browning A-Bolt ready. When I put my scope up I could see the outline of a trophy buck getting out of his bed. I immediately knew he was a shooter. So I aimed and squeezed. He slipped in the mud and got back up and ran about thirty yards and that was it. He was a beautiful main frame eight-pointer. You could tell he had been fighting with a bigger buck. He was beat up pretty good. The hunt was a seventy five quota hunt, and I believe I was the only one to harvest a trophy buck. I am proud of him. His feet have white patches on them like he has a little piebald in him. He is a very unique trophy, taken from Flint River WMA. I was very blessed to have the opportunity to be able to hunt and harvest such a wonderful animal. If you get the chance, hunt Flint River WMA.This is the Flint River Trophy I harvested.