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.
Friday morning we headed to south Georgia. We arrived before lunch, and went scouting. And 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. We were supposed to meet up 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.