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4 things I’ve learned about Deer------- (Names have been removed to protect the stupid!)
I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it on corn for a couple of weeks, then
kill it and eat it.
The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregate at my cattle feeder
and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up
and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to
rope one, walk up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.
Well, I filled the cattle feeder, then hid down at the end of the feed bunk, with my rope.
The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it.
After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out
from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.
I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just
stood and stared at me but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.
I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an
education.
Learning #1
The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope
it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on the rope.
That deer EXPLODED into action.
Learning #2
The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow
or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope, and with some dignity.
A deer-- no chance.
That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting
close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that
having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.
The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.
A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me, when I
managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood
flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted
to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.
I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully
somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the
thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.
Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's
momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still
think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of
responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I
managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before
hand...kind of like a squeeze chute.
I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.
Learning #3
Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would
bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed
hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you
and then let go. A deer bites you
and shakes its head -almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.
The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried
screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking
for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.
I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it.
While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that
rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.
Learning #4
Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head
and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that, when an animal
-- like a horse -- strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try
to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal.
This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.
This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a
millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.
The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there
is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after
all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in
the back of the head and
knocked me down.
Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not
recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on
you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.
I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.
So now I know why people who go deer hunting bring a big rifle with a good scope to sort of even the
odds.
I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it on corn for a couple of weeks, then
kill it and eat it.
The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregate at my cattle feeder
and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up
and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to
rope one, walk up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.
Well, I filled the cattle feeder, then hid down at the end of the feed bunk, with my rope.
The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it.
After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out
from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.
I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just
stood and stared at me but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.
I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an
education.
Learning #1
The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope
it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on the rope.
That deer EXPLODED into action.
Learning #2
The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow
or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope, and with some dignity.
A deer-- no chance.
That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting
close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that
having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.
The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.
A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me, when I
managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood
flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted
to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.
I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully
somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the
thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.
Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's
momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still
think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of
responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I
managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before
hand...kind of like a squeeze chute.
I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.
Learning #3
Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would
bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed
hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you
and then let go. A deer bites you
and shakes its head -almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.
The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried
screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking
for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.
I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it.
While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that
rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.
Learning #4
Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head
and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that, when an animal
-- like a horse -- strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try
to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal.
This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.
This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a
millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.
The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there
is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after
all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in
the back of the head and
knocked me down.
Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not
recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on
you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.
I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.
So now I know why people who go deer hunting bring a big rifle with a good scope to sort of even the
odds.
