I don't like to spread gossip, but rumour has it, what happened to Doug, was he walked out onto the front porch of their camp to take a piss. It had been freezing rain. There were slippery steps. Some inconsiderate fellow had cut some saplings down in front of the camp and left quite a bit of stump sticking up. That's were Doug landed ass first. He was at my camp about 3 weeks after that happened and he was still black and blue.grouseman said:
deer beats up some guy
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I have been attacked by a small buck... he could smell the doe scent.
Anyone here that thinks they can fight a healthy adult deer solo with their bare hands is deluding themselves.
We have wrestled wounded and diying deer a few times as well... this too is very dangerous even with sharp knives and overwhelming numbers.
The head Zoo Keeper at the Toronto Zoo was asked by a Journalist "What is the most dangerous animal in the Zoo?"
His answer was simply "Anything with Horns in November!"
Anyone here that thinks they can fight a healthy adult deer solo with their bare hands is deluding themselves.
We have wrestled wounded and diying deer a few times as well... this too is very dangerous even with sharp knives and overwhelming numbers.
The head Zoo Keeper at the Toronto Zoo was asked by a Journalist "What is the most dangerous animal in the Zoo?"
His answer was simply "Anything with Horns in November!"
Big JD-From the hills
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- Saskatchewan.
Yeah you have to watch out for the horns when bleeding them...Now I always step on the lower horns and hold the top ones with my free hand. I got poked in the leg once when I did not do this(hurt but dident puncture) And seen a friend that got stuck in the leg lol... that one punctured. Had a small run strait at me(was about 5yards away)... But my 270 stoped that 
OK just to set the record straight I was fully clothed when I was attacked by the buck. But the puncture wounds in the picture were caused by punji sticks in front of the hunt camp, just past the ice-covered stairs. Scar has it more or less correct......
Quite a few years ago when doe in heat scents were just starting to be marketed a bit here in Ontario, I bought a bottle of it. It did not come with instructions, so I reckoned it was kind of like a cover scent. (Side note: we used to use skunk scent for cover scent until somebody realized that skunks only spray when they are not happy, so a deer might not be in a hurry to find an unhappy skunk.....)
Anyways, I put some doe in heat scent on my boots, and walked about a half-mile to my deer watch. Three fellows were on the line out ahead of me, and one or two on the line behind me, watching over some ridges and valleys that tend to funnel deer movement. It was the second week of November, leaves were down, and it was quite a nice day for a change. I settled in to a little niche in the rocks at the edge of a cliff top, where I had a commanding view of several hundred yards and about 180 degrees, left shoulder to right shoulder kind of thing. We called this watch "Cathedral" because it is high on a cliff, like being on top of a church spire kind of thing.
I had been on the watch for a while, enjoying the rare warmth and sunshine, not seeing any deer but heck, we rarely ever did back in those days, when I heard footsteps on the main trail about fifty yards behind me. I assumed it was one of the guys out on the farther watches going back to the cabin, or whatever. Then the steps started coming out to my watch, and I thought, "OK, one of the guys is coming out to see what's happening." Because the little niche in the rocks is below the level of the trail, I stood up to greet my hunting buddy. My rifle was in one hand, pointing away from the direction buddy was coming.
The next few seconds still raise the hair on my neck when I think about it. First of all, there was nobody there, no hunter orange, nothing. Second, there was a god-awful SCREAM that just about knocked me off my perch into a hundred feet of freefall. Then this apparition of hide and horns leaped from about ten feet in front of me, off the cliff. My pulse at this point was somewhere north of 300. By the time I realized that what I had seen was a buck (and a big one at that), he had landed at the bottom of the cliff (off the side where he jumped, easily thirty feet straight down) and had the afterburners on full going up a draw out about a hundred yards. Even Ben Johnson on steroids never covered a hundred yards in three or four seconds...........
Now I challenge anybody here, to go from a nice lazy, going to meet your buddy to shoot the breeze, to disciplined and accurate shooting within four seconds when you have just been scared half out of your wits. I did aim at the deer and cracked off a shot at him just as he crested the ridge line, and saw his tail go down.
Now we generally think when a whitetail's tail goes down that it is well hit. This, in my experience, is almost always true. It also goes down when it thinks the present danger has passed...........this I thought of later, much later, after my buddies and I had looked for blood sign, hair, or any sign of a down deer. Nada. That buck was coming up to have his way with that nice-smelling doe somewhere down that trail, so he had lovin' on his mind, when what to his wondering eyes should appear but ME in hunter orange. Hard to say who was more surprised, me or the buck.
I never put doe piss on my clothing again..........
Doug
Quite a few years ago when doe in heat scents were just starting to be marketed a bit here in Ontario, I bought a bottle of it. It did not come with instructions, so I reckoned it was kind of like a cover scent. (Side note: we used to use skunk scent for cover scent until somebody realized that skunks only spray when they are not happy, so a deer might not be in a hurry to find an unhappy skunk.....)
Anyways, I put some doe in heat scent on my boots, and walked about a half-mile to my deer watch. Three fellows were on the line out ahead of me, and one or two on the line behind me, watching over some ridges and valleys that tend to funnel deer movement. It was the second week of November, leaves were down, and it was quite a nice day for a change. I settled in to a little niche in the rocks at the edge of a cliff top, where I had a commanding view of several hundred yards and about 180 degrees, left shoulder to right shoulder kind of thing. We called this watch "Cathedral" because it is high on a cliff, like being on top of a church spire kind of thing.
I had been on the watch for a while, enjoying the rare warmth and sunshine, not seeing any deer but heck, we rarely ever did back in those days, when I heard footsteps on the main trail about fifty yards behind me. I assumed it was one of the guys out on the farther watches going back to the cabin, or whatever. Then the steps started coming out to my watch, and I thought, "OK, one of the guys is coming out to see what's happening." Because the little niche in the rocks is below the level of the trail, I stood up to greet my hunting buddy. My rifle was in one hand, pointing away from the direction buddy was coming.
The next few seconds still raise the hair on my neck when I think about it. First of all, there was nobody there, no hunter orange, nothing. Second, there was a god-awful SCREAM that just about knocked me off my perch into a hundred feet of freefall. Then this apparition of hide and horns leaped from about ten feet in front of me, off the cliff. My pulse at this point was somewhere north of 300. By the time I realized that what I had seen was a buck (and a big one at that), he had landed at the bottom of the cliff (off the side where he jumped, easily thirty feet straight down) and had the afterburners on full going up a draw out about a hundred yards. Even Ben Johnson on steroids never covered a hundred yards in three or four seconds...........
Now I challenge anybody here, to go from a nice lazy, going to meet your buddy to shoot the breeze, to disciplined and accurate shooting within four seconds when you have just been scared half out of your wits. I did aim at the deer and cracked off a shot at him just as he crested the ridge line, and saw his tail go down.
Now we generally think when a whitetail's tail goes down that it is well hit. This, in my experience, is almost always true. It also goes down when it thinks the present danger has passed...........this I thought of later, much later, after my buddies and I had looked for blood sign, hair, or any sign of a down deer. Nada. That buck was coming up to have his way with that nice-smelling doe somewhere down that trail, so he had lovin' on his mind, when what to his wondering eyes should appear but ME in hunter orange. Hard to say who was more surprised, me or the buck.
I never put doe piss on my clothing again..........
Doug
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LOL, great story man, close incounters, does it get any better
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