Deer Roping

[Jalexander]

Well, I scanned the picture and found the letter my grandfather wrote, so here goes:
"I roped this deer Dec. 20, 1948, in Bastrop, Texas, the week before Christmas. Dogs had run this deer into town and it was bayed at a neighbor's house, in a carport. I was called to come and see what could be done. As I approached with my rope in hand the deer ran when the dog came to me. After running several blocks to see which way the deer had gone, I found the deer had jumped a hedge beside a driveway about 10 feet from me. I was running with a loop made in my rope and I threw and caught him. I let him have some slack and he jumped this net wire fence. A black man in the street saw what had happened and he ran up and helped me pull the deer's head into the fence, next to a post. I got over the fence and tied the deer down. By that time someone from the Bastrop Advertiser had come and he took my picture, which appeared in the paper the next week. We leaded the deer into my pickup and carried him out to the Bastrop State Park and turned him loose. I was 34 years old when this happened."

There it is, in his own words. One of these days I should go down to the paper and see if I can get them to run me off a copy of the picture with whatever text accompanied it.

James

 

[jcord]

I few years ago I heard my dogs going nuts in the yard and went out to investigate. I doe with yearlings had jumped the fence and ran through the yard. Jumping the back and escaping. One of the yearlings wasn't as luck and was laid out with a dog on its throat and one on it rump stretching it out.

I saw the deer was not injured bad but was frozen in shock and had a tear in its fur on a hind quarter.

I got the dogs off it and it just layed there. I began to think it was injured and decided I would pick it up and put it in a pen and care for its injuries.

I reached down and picked up the 50 pound or so deer and it came out of its trance and kicked me repeatedly. I could not put that thing down fast enough. My wife was rolling on the ground laughing. I had hoof prints all over me. I had another time out there where a young buck jumped the fence and got his hind leg wrapped in the farm fence. I let it thrash a while till it tired and I approached with fence pliers to cut it free. My boy was holding a 12 gauge on it just in case it attacked me. It was completely still as I approached and cut the wire. when the last strand was cut and it dropped free I was kicked into the creek. The deer of course was not shot by my stunned son.

I now have a policy of shooting any deer I find in the fence before I approach.

 

[koja48]

thanks for the laugh...hope u learned your lesson

Wasn't me, but it would have been one hell of an experience. Closest I ever came was many years ago when I was trying to take a Great Blue Heron with a broken wing to the State Game Farm in Warm Springs, Montana. One of my Nephews and my girlfriend were holding the bird in the middle of the back seat with my army jacket over its head. During the course of the 10-mile drive, the head came out and the dagger bill went in to full-auto mode . . . I think I went from 60 to zero in less than a second, car ended up parked haphazardly in the ditch, and 3 un-nerved humans were scrambling out of the doors like frantic frogs! We managed to get the jacket back over the bird, and all turned out well (except for one or two holes in the headliner), but it was a long time before Cheri ever went on any outdoor adventures after that . . . in contention was the Badger that I had bagged with an arrow. As I attempted to remove the arrow from what for all the world appeared to be an expired Badger, the critter had a sudden reincarnation . . . pissed-off Badger on a stick is quite exciting! (The rug still looks good on the wall of the gun room many years later, however and I have never again equaled that time in a hundred-yard dash since.).

 

[g5reality]

Funny video

Dear Attack:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nD5zjUbWpXY

 

[K.L.O.sako]

oh my gosh, i'm still wiping my eyes. oh yeah, thats the best one i've heard in a while. you gotta love city folk in the country, it's never dull

 

[uk roe hunter]

made my day.

Thankyou so much for posting that wonderful story. It 's got to be one of the funniest things i have heard for years. It takes balls to come up with a great scheme like that and even bigger balls to admit it when it goes wrong!

 

[Jim Watson]

Not a funny ending, but Robert Heinlein related...

"My great-great-great-grandfather Lawrence Heinlein died prematurely at the age of ninety-seven, through having carelessly left his cabin one winter morning without his gun—and found a buck deer on the ice of his pond. Lack of his gun did not stop my triple-great-grandfather; this skinful of meat must not be allowed to escape. He went out on the ice and bulldogged the buck, quite successfully.

But in throwing the deer my ancestor slipped on the ice, went down, and a point of the buck's rack stabbed between his ribs and pierced his heart."

 

[hounddog]

Hunters can be stupid, and I am a hunter, and have been stupid. I was 15 and shot my first deer with a 243. Went down to it and it was still rolling around. Figured I would "slit its throat," so I threw my gun over my shoulder and stepped on its neck while reaching for my knife. Sucker kicked me in the nuts with both hind legs. So there we were, both rolling in the snow. When I finally was able to get up, I blew his head off.

Second case of incredible stupidity, and debunking an urban legend. Racoons can bite through welding gloves. Was now 30. I had a bluetick pup I was training and I had heard of people putting collars on a raccoon to make a trail for the dogs. Seeing as how I had a recently captured raccoon from a live trap, sounded like a good Idea. My buddy had the thing on a noose pole, while I worked on getting the collar on him. Thought I was safe wearing a pair of welding gloves. Nope. They have really sharp teeth. Through the welding gloves and into my thumb through the nail. Afterwards, I got really nervous about the possiblity of rabies, so I went for the shots. They don't feel to good either. However the story at the hospital went more like I was trying to grab a dog off of a coon, and the coon bit me when I went for the collar. The only good thing about this story is the coon went free to tell his buddies.