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In the late 1800s, America’s whitetail population faced something it had never encountered before: industrial-scale exploitation.

This sepia-toned image captures a haunting scene — freshly killed deer being loaded onto railcars destined for big cities like New York. The hides were turned into gloves and garments. The meat? Sold in urban markets. At the time, there were no bag limits, no closed seasons, and no real regulations. If you could kill it, you could sell it.

What started as a frontier barter economy had turned into full-blown commercial slaughter.

By the early 1900s, deer were nearly wiped out in dozens of states. Some regions, like Pennsylvania and Ohio, saw their herds vanish almost entirely.

Thankfully, this devastation sparked one of the greatest turnarounds in American conservation history — a movement that hunters themselves would lead.

By: Brandon Barlow 2015

📍 Image above: A 19th-century freight team prepares to ship deer hides and meat to New York by rail — a common scene before wildlife protections were enacted.

Ever wonder why a dollar is called a “buck”?

The answer takes us back to the American frontier — long before paper bills and debit cards — when the most valuable currency might have been hanging from a tree branch.

In the 18th century, buckskins (deer hides) were a common form of trade. Trappers, traders, and settlers exchanged them for goods like coffee, tobacco, or ammunition. A 1748 trader’s journal even documents buckskins being used as regular payment.

While a single deerskin wasn’t always worth exactly one dollar, it was so frequently used as a barter itemthat people began referring to a unit of value as a “buck.”

The name stuck.

So next time you pull a crumpled dollar from your wallet, remember:
That buck once had hooves. 

Before pickups and tagging stations, hunters like Silas and Boone brought their deer home the only way they could—by wagon, axle creaking under the weight of the season’s success. This picture, captured outside a Tennessee cabin around the turn of the century, tells more than just a hunting tale. It speaks of a time when feeding your family meant long days in the hardwoods, and a full cart was the difference between comfort and hardship.

Each buck in that wagon wasn’t a trophy—it was food, income, leather, and pride. Back then, you didn’t hang deer in the barn for photos; you hauled them into town to barter for flour, sugar, or a new axe head.

Silas grips his rifle with the kind of wear you can't fake—hands that have felled timber, wrestled mules, and now rest just long enough for one picture. Boone stares into the lens with the quiet grit of a man who’s skinned more hides than he’s said words that week.

This was whitetail hunting before blaze orange, before regulations, and long before scent blockers. Just wool, wood, and willpower.

And the bucks? They were plenty. Until they weren’t.

There was a time, not all that long ago, when walking a ridgeline in Pennsylvania or Tennessee meant hearing nothing. No soft hooves in the leaves. No snort-wheeze across the hollow. Just silence and the wind.

By the early 1900s, white-tailed deer were nearly gone from America’s forests. Market hunting, logging, and poor regulations had hammered the population.

In states like Ohio, sightings were so rare that any track was front-page news. A hunter in 1904 reportedly walked 60 miles without seeing a single deer. In West Virginia, only 500 deer were said to remain statewide by 1920. The woods had gone quiet.

But the comeback — that was the miracle.

Men like Aldo Leopold, often considered the father of modern wildlife management, began laying the groundwork. State game commissions formed. Closed seasons were enforced. Whitetails were trapped in northern states and shipped south and west, sometimes in wooden crates by rail. Entire herds were airlifted or hauled by mule into remote areas to repopulate old ground.

In Mississippi, restocking efforts began in the 1930s with just a few dozen deer from the state’s last holdouts. By the 1970s, there were over 1 million.

But it wasn’t just game laws. The Great Depression forced many farmers to abandon poor land. That old farmland grew thick and wild again — perfect cover. And after WWII, America had the time and money to hunt again. Camps were reborn. Bucks started showing up in the back of pickups once more. And just like that, the silence was broken.

Today, there are over 30 million whitetail deer in North America — more than at any time in recorded history. Not because of luck. But because people made it happen.