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The Last Deer Trapper
Wildlife management in Georgia.
252 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1996
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January 19, 2026
Two passages, in particular, stayed with me:
“Whit handed me the gun and said, ‘Here, I guess this means you are the deer trapper now.’ He wasn’t sarcastic; his voice held the tone of finality… Whit had probably caught more deer than anyone in the South at that time. He spent many miserable nights among the gnats and mosquitoes of Georgia’s coastal islands and never asked for credit... The torch, in the form of a simple dart gun, was passed that day to a young biologist who had only caught two deer in his short career.” (p. 44)
“The sight of a deer was an event in the community. Deer were scarce. A man could walk for days in the Cohuttas and not see a track. It had been a dream of Buford’s to one day see deer thrive in the mountains.” (p. 68)
The decision to restock deer in Georgia was a deliberate one, made for future generations. Some of my best childhood memories are tied to morning hunts and evenings spent processing deer together. My childhood would not have been the same without those experiences, and I owe that, in no small part, to the men chronicled in this book.
My library system owns only three copies of The Last Deer Trapper. It took two weeks to arrive from Young Harris, and I’m reluctant to return it. But, I hope that others will find it, read it, and come to appreciate the quiet legacy of William C. Collins, Jr., and the men who helped give Georgia its deer back.
“Whit handed me the gun and said, ‘Here, I guess this means you are the deer trapper now.’ He wasn’t sarcastic; his voice held the tone of finality… Whit had probably caught more deer than anyone in the South at that time. He spent many miserable nights among the gnats and mosquitoes of Georgia’s coastal islands and never asked for credit... The torch, in the form of a simple dart gun, was passed that day to a young biologist who had only caught two deer in his short career.” (p. 44)
“The sight of a deer was an event in the community. Deer were scarce. A man could walk for days in the Cohuttas and not see a track. It had been a dream of Buford’s to one day see deer thrive in the mountains.” (p. 68)
The decision to restock deer in Georgia was a deliberate one, made for future generations. Some of my best childhood memories are tied to morning hunts and evenings spent processing deer together. My childhood would not have been the same without those experiences, and I owe that, in no small part, to the men chronicled in this book.
My library system owns only three copies of The Last Deer Trapper. It took two weeks to arrive from Young Harris, and I’m reluctant to return it. But, I hope that others will find it, read it, and come to appreciate the quiet legacy of William C. Collins, Jr., and the men who helped give Georgia its deer back.
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February 13, 2010Of interest to those who know the campus of Berry College and the deer herds there.
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