Knox The Hatter
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Sunday, February 25, 2007
And Now for Your Amusement: Deer Roping!.
Stolen Taken from the Mississippi Wildlife, Fisheries, & Parks message
board, via Deer Camp Blog:
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 congregated
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) that 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, who had 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 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 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 originally imagined. The only up
side is that they do not have as much stamina as many 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. I managed to
get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder, a little trap I
had set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to 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 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 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 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 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.
Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I
had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt
broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in
a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most
of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op. I
got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like heaven. The
guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out
yelling "what happened"
I have never seen any law in the state of Kansas that would prohibit an
individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they
have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law
enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that
they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as
criminal. I swear. Not wanting to admit that I had done something
monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was
attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it.
The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket
where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it
had struck me there.
I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it
home on my own. He did.
Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to
know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and
wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the
attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain
hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking theheaven
out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something.
EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the
co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their kids in the
house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when
they filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER
anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an
outsider, a "city folk", I have enough trouble fitting in without them
snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the ding-butt that tried
to rope the deer."
And Now for Your Amusement: Deer Roping!.
Stolen Taken from the Mississippi Wildlife, Fisheries, & Parks message
board, via Deer Camp Blog:
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 congregated
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) that 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, who had 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 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 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 originally imagined. The only up
side is that they do not have as much stamina as many 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. I managed to
get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder, a little trap I
had set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to 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 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 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 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 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.
Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I
had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt
broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in
a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most
of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op. I
got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like heaven. The
guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out
yelling "what happened"
I have never seen any law in the state of Kansas that would prohibit an
individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they
have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law
enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that
they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as
criminal. I swear. Not wanting to admit that I had done something
monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was
attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it.
The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket
where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it
had struck me there.
I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it
home on my own. He did.
Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to
know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and
wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the
attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain
hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking theheaven
out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something.
EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the
co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their kids in the
house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when
they filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER
anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an
outsider, a "city folk", I have enough trouble fitting in without them
snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the ding-butt that tried
to rope the deer."
