Art Eatman
Moderator In Memoriam
MCgunner's story of the deer in his hog trap reminded me:
Years back at deer camp, a ranch hand came in and reported of a "big deer" caught in a coyote snare. A buddy and I took off to go see this "grande vena'o" -- "big deer".
It was a little yearling forkhorn. He'd tried to crawl under a "tunnel" spot in a net-wire fence, and had an antler caught in the snare. (A braided steel wire, which locks up like a nylon tie-wrap.)
So, fertile minds being what they are, we hog-tied his feet and freed him from the snare. Carried him back to the truck and then back to camp.
"Well, did you find the deer? Where is he?"
Freeing his feet and sorta goosing him in the direction of the group of hunters, I said, "Right here!"
Amazing how a sixty-pound deer can make a half-dozen 200-pound men scatter like quail...
Years back at deer camp, a ranch hand came in and reported of a "big deer" caught in a coyote snare. A buddy and I took off to go see this "grande vena'o" -- "big deer".
It was a little yearling forkhorn. He'd tried to crawl under a "tunnel" spot in a net-wire fence, and had an antler caught in the snare. (A braided steel wire, which locks up like a nylon tie-wrap.)
So, fertile minds being what they are, we hog-tied his feet and freed him from the snare. Carried him back to the truck and then back to camp.
"Well, did you find the deer? Where is he?"
Freeing his feet and sorta goosing him in the direction of the group of hunters, I said, "Right here!"
Amazing how a sixty-pound deer can make a half-dozen 200-pound men scatter like quail...