it's me Blondy brat
Happiness keeps you Sweet,Trials keep you Strong,Sorrows keep you Human, Failures keep you Humble,Success keeps you Glowing,But Only God Keeps You Going!?
[Be who you are and say what you feel....
Because those that matter... Don't mind...
And those that mind.... Don't matter."
If you can read this without laughing hysterically you have no sense of humor (or you're the one in the story - lol)Something tells me that he lives in Texas...
Actual Letter from someone who writes, and farms..
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
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, 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, 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.
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 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 upside 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 it 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.
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, whe n 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 bejesus 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 a s 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 when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so
that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.