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ton, Virginia. The season was already over a week old, and so far the deer had won every round.
On this day, George was accompanied by his old friend and hunting companion, the late Wade H. Massie II. Their plan was for Massie to get up high on the mountain and for George to hunt the lower ridges, in hope of pushing a buck up to him. Massie carried out his part of the plan to the letter, arriving at his stand well before daylight. George set out at first light, having already heard a deer snorting about 500 yards to his right.
As he approached a small clearing, he heard a crashing sound coming toward him. George dropped to the ground, checked his 1917 Enfield .30-06, and waited. Seconds later he could see antlers coming around the brow of the ridge. The buck was about 50 yards away in a patch of sumac when he stopped and stared in George’s direction. George could see antlers and the top of the buck’s back above the brush while he anxiously waited for a clear shot.
At the crack of his ’06, the buck took off at a dead run, showing no signs of being hit. George took another shot in desperation, but knew this time he had missed. For what seemed like an eternity, the buck crashed through the brush, finally running headlong into a tree and falling back stone dead. George hurried over to his trophy—the biggest deer he had ever seen.
George had been in the woods less than an hour and was still within 500 yards of his pickup. His hunt was over, but little did he know that he had just shot the best typical whitetail deer ever taken in the eastern United States!
Upon returning to the truck, his friend Massie couldn’t believe his eyes. ”1 never thought deer grew antlers that big” was all he could say. But at the gamechecking station in Sperry
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