Author: Wallace Montgomery
The Hunt for the Heavy horns of South Georgia begins in the early morning.
We turn to the sound of the thump thump of hooves bounding off and we freeze with frustration as the white flags of the deer’s tail vanish in the darkness. We slow our walk to the stand even more. My mind is racing because we are 100yds from the stand and the sunlight is peaking through the trees. We made it to the base of the double stand and my daughter started her way up. As I started my way up to join her, I heard the sound of deer running for safety. Frustrated once again, I decided to move to another stand to better our odds.
With my daughter in one stand and me in another, our odds are greater. Finally, we are set in the trees. Not long after, there is movement to my right. It’s a young buck. For some entertainment, I reached for my grunt tube calling to the young deer. His curiosity gets the best of him as he comes to investigate the sound. After watching him search for the missing pieces to the puzzle, he vanished in the woods headed toward my daughter’s stand. Excited that she may get a shot and possibly her first deer, I listen for a shot. Time goes by and I mark that one off as a missed opportunity for her.
Grabbing my grunt tube again, I call blindly and out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. My first thought was the young buck had come back. Over the ridge, all I could see was the back of a deer. As he started up the hill looking for the deer that called him to his death, I noticed the heavy horns. I lined up my shot and squeezed off a 100 grain round from my 243. The sound echoed through the creek bottom and the 9 point buck lay where he once stood. After hunting a little while longer, I climbed down to get my daughter so she could experience this moment. We laugh and take pictures while reminiscing about the events that just took place. The hunt is not always about the kill but more about the memories you share with friends and family.