Deer "hunting"

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No clue whether this has been posted before, but someone posted this on another forum which I thought was hilarious.

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up 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 congregated 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) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder, then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, which had 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 toward it. It took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope - and received an education.

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 that rope. That deer EXPLODED!

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, 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 originally imagined. The only up-side is that they do not have as much stamina as many 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. I managed to get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder, a little trap I had set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up, so I could get my rope back.

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 bitten 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 hound 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.

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 three 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 doesn't 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 lying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.
 
My Cousin sent me that a while back.
What made it so funny is the fact that when we were younger, I could see us tryin somethin like that.
We were fearless and are lucky to be here after some of the stunts we pulled.
 
OMG that's funny.

Reminds me of something my brother did a a few years back. We were deer hunting during the Indiana muzzleloader season. Didn't see much, and met up with him at the edge of the field at dark. I noticed his muzzleloader was in two pieces, broken cleanly across the stock.

When he told me what happened, I laughed harder than I ever had before. Part of me felt bad though, because I was the one that had been sort of 'mentoring' him in the world of deer hunting.

It seems he had a large doe coming in to him, and took aim at her but only his cap went off. This happened twice, neither time had alerted the doe, which was still on the trail walking towards him. He eased around the side of the tree to try and keep out of sight (he was sitting on the ground against the base of a large tree) while he tried to put on another cap, but it was too late. The doe was right there, only a few feet from him and headed right past the tree he was hiding against. It would be passing within inches of him, and he only had seconds to devise a plan.

So, what did he do? He whacked her across the back with his muzzloader so hard that his stock broke off at the neck! Needless to say, the doe was startled, but obviously not injured. It sort of splayed out on the ground, got up in a frenzy of dirt and leaves, and ran off; he was left with a broken muzzloader and a new respect for deer!
 
When deer attack. I know one hunter that was around camp without his firearm and got a surprise by a crazed 4 point buck. The buck came at him and forced him to climb up on a picnic table. After screams and all kinds of hollaring one of his fellow hunters came to his rescue and killed it with a pistol. It sounded funny at first but I guess it could be a serious situation.
 
Then there was the deal on "animal attacks" or whatever with the fellow that coated himself in deer lure and then pestered a buck. A mildly interesting bit of video testifying to the validity of Darwinism...
 
"I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold."

I'd have to say he definitely lacked the prerequisites for Rocket Science 101. That boy could be a stand-in for the coyote in the roadrunner cartoons.
 
It sounds like just excellent humor writing or " based on a true story" with embellishments. I would think anyone use to roping livestock and knows about chutes, would also have figured out a long time ago that to control an animal like that all you have to do is wrap the rope around a post, much like a sailor wraps a line around a capstan or cleat, and start taking up slack. Once the animal's head is pinned to the post then you can better manage them.

Of course that would not make for a funny story. So I enjoyed the tale but can't imagine a real rancher being that clueless. However, the description of injuries is pretty convincing!
 
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