Jason

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put 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 four 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 -- three 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 recieved and 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 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 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 responisibility 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 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 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 bits you, its not like being bit by a horse where they just bing you and then let go. A deer bits you and shakes its head -- almost like a pit bull. They bite hard and it hurts!

The proper thing to do when a deer bits 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 then a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it.

While I kept it busy tearing the bejuses 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 that, when an animal -- like a horse -- strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easly, 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 and 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 kocks 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 laing there craying 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 they can be somewhat equal to their "pray."

Rhort

I'll never feel the same way about Bambi again!

Cathy95820

Thank you Thank you! My family surely thinks I am nutty as I am sitting in my bedroom laughing so hard I am in tears!

I am glad you lived to tell the tale. That is probably why venison has never been farm raised - you think?

Jason

It actually wasn't me. But I am told the story is true. I laughed so hard when I first read it.

Titomike

They farm venison here in NZ and when they were getting the first herds together 'deer wrangling' involved jumping out of helicopters onto, hopefully, exhausted deer & hauling them off mountainsides.

It was our only contribution to Cowboy legend and what did we learn......

Deer don't kill people....helicopters do!

mimo2005

Thanks for sharing.

sandman55

Ouch I can feel the pain!

l_b_rex

That is why there are grocery stores. You should check out your area for the most convenient location! lol.

Sorry to say this but I was so happy when the deer beat the crap out of you. I know even the animals in grocery stores are killed but I am in not a hunter at all.

I am going to forward this story to a bunch of people at work...funny as heck!

DonaldG

This is the one that gave Jason the 'what-ho!

Film Clip

sandman55

Wow they're persistent!!!

WereBo

It certainly demolishes the 'Bambi' image!!!

Jason

Thats why I've been told if I go hunting, I need to bring a side arm too. Then again, I would rather go bow hunting (like the idea better), but got a friend trying to talk me into getting a rifle.

sandman55

I think it is safer to watch sharks crocodiles and deer on TV

DonaldG

This one should do you nicely, Jason.

Deer Hunting

Cathy95820

Guess this guy doesn't belong to TSF! We could have saved him a hard lesson. :LOL:

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