Overrun by Deer

[charby]

VEALISON !!!

Here is one that fit that bill. I had to wipe the milk from its lips before I took the picture.

All said and done that button buck fit into 20 pint jars and 4 small freezer packs of loins.

[RoadKingLarry]

Does momma have a scar on her side or is that an artifact in the picture?

It's a scar. It extended into the muscle. One of my nephews took her last winter with a bow and I helped him dress the carcas.  Tasty.

[Thor]

I'd probably recommend a shotgun with slugs. Minnesota requires their use in about 1/3rd of the state, mainly in populated rural areas. The slugs will normally travel 100-125 yards at most* and they take out deer right well. The other option is a bow. If you don't want to kill them right now, how about some fox urine in the areas they frequent??







* unless one is using some of the newer sabot slugs or high performance slugs.

[Balog]

Lasso 'em and raise them in the backyard on grain. Mmmm, tasty. :)

[Gewehr98]

Holy cow, Charby!

My dog is bigger than that Bambi...

[Scout26]

Lasso 'em and raise them in the backyard on grain. Mmmm, tasty. :)

Uh, yeah, right.....snopes is unable to confirm, but it's gone all over the intrawebz....

Actual letter from someone who farms, writes well and tried this:

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 up side 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.

All these events are true so help me God...

[Scout26]

I wish I had the pcitures to post.  Several years back my cousin shot one still with spots.  It fit entirely in the back of game vest.  This was still back when you had to check it in with DNR, they would weigh it, put your name and the deer's weight in the local paper....Joe S. Doe - 30 lbs.  Field-dressed.   Oh, did he get harassed.

"Why didn't you bring the plancenta with you to up the weight ??"
"Are you sure it wasn't a cat ??"
"Holy crap, good thing Chihuahua's aren't native to Illinois." 
"You could slip that between two crackers."

etc, etc, etc,

It gets brought up every year at deer camp....

[charby]

Holy cow, Charby!

My dog is bigger than that Bambi...

I was proposing to my wife that night, so I needed to shoot some meat and get my ass home and cleaned up. I ended up with a couple more bigger deer during late muzzle season if I remember correctly that year.

[Harold Tuttle]

so your culture uses fresh killed deer meat as a pre wedding ritual?
interesting!

[Gewehr98]

Yeah, normally it's a couple cattle and some beads, right?

[cassandra and sara's daddy]

the price went up?

[seeker_two]

When you get your nuisance termination permit, have Leatherness video you stalking the deer with your firearm revolver of choice . . . while wearing a Planet of the Apes costume or giant bunny suit ZARDOZ costume. 

FIFY....and the rest of us.... 

[Jamisjockey]

Oh, and if you need help dealing with your deer....I'll bring my own beer....
Who's gonna videotape me trying to tackle one?

[crt360]

Oh, and if you need help dealing with your deer....I'll bring my own beer....
Who's gonna videotape me trying to tackle one?

I'll run the videocam and bring more beer. 

[mtnbkr]

I'll run a 2nd camera and bring even more beer.

Chris

[Gewehr98]

No banjos. 

[Lennyjoe]

Some pics of potential grill fare.

Notice the ring neck pheasant in the back ground?




This guy may go on the wall.. His partner isn't too much smaller than him.

[280plus]

I'll never forget the time I was about 16-17 and walking down this old RR bed (Rev knows the one) and at one point it was cut in a little so there was about 3 ft "walls" on either side. Two does jumped out right in front of me and continued on, THEN a fully antlered buck jumped out and down in front of me so close I could have reached out and touched it. I froze, it froze and we both looked at each other for a second or two then he snorted and off he went. Yup I was a lucky SOB THAT day. I still wonder if freezing didn't save my @$$ because as long as I wasn't movng I don't think it could "see" me. We did make eye contact though. Not something I want to do again anytime soon. Either that or it figured I was harmless and didn't bother to trash me.  

Aoround here we ask, "What did you do, shoot the spots off it?" 

[crt360]

No banjos. 

Can do.  Excellent suggestion, although I hear the faintest sound of "Dueling Banjos" makes the bucks nervous and the does frisky.

[MechAg94]

I was proposing to my wife that night, so I needed to shoot some meat and get my ass home and cleaned up. I ended up with a couple more bigger deer during late muzzle season if I remember correctly that year.

Nice to see you set the priorities right.  Hunting first.  Proposing second.  :D

[charby]

Nice to see you set the priorities right.  Hunting first.  Proposing second.  :D

Well I think she retailated because our wedding was on the duck opener and it was a good migration day with a strong Nor'Wester. She wouldn't let me go duck hunting that AM at all. All my buddies shot their limits before 8am.

Because of that, all family get togethers are planned with hunting seasons in mind. Its fun watching in-laws get pissy because they don't hunt and they can't seem to understand hunting seasons. In Iowa we get 5 days for 1st shotgun deer and 9 days for 2nd season and you can only hunt one or the other. If you want extra tags you have to get those back in Sept or Oct before the quotas sell out in each county.

I have skipped a few Christmas functions with my wife because I already had purchased tags long and someone decided on a Tuesday that the gathering was to be that Saturday. One of her friends is still pissed at me about that, or it might have been because I told her proper prior planning prevents piss poor performance. Her husband also kisses the ground she walks on so she thinks all husbands are like that. Sometimes I just want to squish him.

[280plus]

Sometimes I just want to squish him.

I'd pay to see that. 

[Gewehr98]

I know how you feel, Charby.

My dad's best friend was our family doctor.

My mom was due to deliver me right in the middle of deer season.

My dad and the good Doc were at hunting camp when they got the word that Mom went into labor.

He got all uppity, but both Dad and Doc raced back home to deliver me at the local hospital, then boogied  back to deer camp.

He chided her for not having me arrive at the deer camp, instead. 

Upon Doc's passing, I was the inheritor of his Buck hunting knife, which I have locked away in the safe to this day.   

[charby]

I know how you feel, Charby.

My dad's best friend was our family doctor.

My mom was due to deliver me right in the middle of deer season.

My dad and the good Doc were at hunting camp when they got the word that Mom went into labor.

He got all uppity, but both Dad and Doc raced back home to deliver me at the local hospital, then boogied  back to deer camp.

He chided her for not having me arrive at the deer camp, instead. 

Upon Doc's passing, I was the inheritor of his Buck hunting knife, which I have locked away in the safe to this day.   

I would loved to be at deer camp with your Dad and the Doc, sounds like guys I would want to hunt with.

[Uncle Bubba]

No banjos.