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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 we
ll back. They were not having any of it.
After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I
picked out a lively 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 real ize 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, 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 s everal
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 diffe rent 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, so that they can be somewhat equal to the
Prey.
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 we
ll back. They were not having any of it.
After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I
picked out a lively 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 real ize 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, 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 s everal
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 diffe rent 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, so that they can be somewhat equal to the
Prey.
