Names have been removed to protect the stupid!
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 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. 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. 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 when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle
with a scope to sort of even the odds.
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 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. 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. 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 when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle
with a scope to sort of even the odds.
