It’s always thrilling when you discover new bucks on your property that you didn’t know existed. Such is the case with the infamous buck Uni-brow we discovered the week before Christmas this year. He was first seen trailing two does followed by a couple of other smaller bucks. This was exciting because up until this point we thought that an eight point that is only 2 1/2 or 3 years old was the dominant buck in the area. This was clearly not true.
Three days later we spotted the buck at dusk crossing a creek bottom so fast that he didn’t present a shot. The odd thing, though, was that he was already with a bachelor group of bucks. The oddity wasn’t that he was with two or three bucks. He was with SEVEN! After the hunt that night we got together and talked about a game plan to get a shot on this buck.
Because this buck was so elusive we were not sure we would see him again since it was late in the season. Low and behold we were wrong.
Christmas Eve day my brother and I decided to get up and brave the rain to see if we could spot this buck. It had started raining early that morning, and was pouring by the time we arrived at our hunting destination. The stands we wanted to hunt were a solid mile into the woods, and the only thing we had to keep us dry was the roof of our Kubota over our head. We decided to park several hundred yards away and walk in for fear that the Kubota would get stuck in the mud. Today was not a day to get stuck while it was pouring rain.
The two of us had discussed the night before that we would be patient for the buck and not shoot any does since both of us had already gotten one a piece. With this goal in mind we began trekking through the woods in the torrential rain. We settled in early before light with cloud cover that provided several more minutes of low light. We got in our box blinds, and I began taking off my wet outer layer of clothing to stay dry. Nothing was moving the first part of the morning around my stand, but little did I know Caleb’s experience was quite the opposite. I could see several turkeys coming out of the woods down the hill about 200 yards off by a creek bottom, but still no deer.
Around 8:40 am, I heard a shot. At that moment I knew he had a chance of taking down this big deer. In my excitement I immediately radioed him and waited for a response. “I don’t know if I got him. I made a good shot, but he came running out of the woods right at me,” Caleb said. There were still deer in the area so we had to stop using the radios for a little while. Finally, I get a call on the radio saying, “He’s huge!” Caleb tracked the deer’s blood trail down to a ravine where he had seen deer run before. “I knew where he was going,” Caleb said. The deer ended up in a ravine where the two of us had to drag him out and up a hill where our RTV couldn’t get to. Finally we got the deer loaded, and off we went back to the cabin. On the way back we called home to say we had gotten a deer, but didn’t stress how big it was. When we arrived back at the house it was all summed up by the first expressions of family members when they saw the big buck that will forever be remembered as the Uni-brow buck.
(Written by Mr. Nathan Unger. Nathan is a Senior at the University of Georgia majoring in Public Relations. Nathan is an avid hunter and a passionate outdoorsman from Southwest Virginia)