Legal to rope a deer if you have a deer hunting licence?

I guarantee you the govt has not overlooked the potential for stupidity in the populace. There will be a law against harassing wildlife and I'd bet the penalties are SEVERE. They won't need to twist any laws because you won't have been the first idiot to try to capture a wild deer.

You may want to have a think about your actions prior to doing them. That includes posting on a public forum about having committed an illegal act. 🤷‍♂️
Who cares? Why would you care?
 
A little over fifty years ago, we lived up the North Thompson river, north of Kamloops, BC. We got to know a neighbour who lived nearby. He was an old rancher, trapper, and cowboy who had been riding the Kamloops area since the 1920's. He was a great storyteller and had many experiences to draw from. One time, he told me about the time he had put his rope on a grizzly bear. He said he did it just because the opportunity presented itself and he figured he could rope anything. He said the hard part was trying to get his rope back. Apparently, he accomplished this by wrapping around a tree and getting the rope after the bear had choked itself down. It recovered once the rope was off and the roper was back on his horse and well away.
Well, this was a heck of a story and as always, well told, but I wasn't sure I believed it. Several years later, I was gunsmithing in Kamloops when an old cowboy came in and was watching me work, as many guys seemed to like to do. As I worked, we spoke of various things. At one point, he asked me where I lived; I told him. He then asked if I knew and old guy up there and mentioned our friend's name. I said that I knew him well. He then told me they had ridden together during the Depression years. He said, "I'll never forget the time he roped a damn grizzly!"
He then recounted the story, much the same as I had heard it but from the point of view of a witness. This was only one of the stories I had considered to be questionable; hearing this confirmation made me see a lot of the other stories in a whole new light. Keep in mind, this occurred back when that part of the country really was the wild west and entertainment often included some pretty risky behaviour.
 
A couple of old cowboys here have some good stories from back in the '60s when they used to capture wild horses in the Chilcotin to make some money, will have to ask if they roped a bear

on that note.....
https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/bull-and-bear-fights-california
High in California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains, in the violent years leading up to the Mexican-American War of 1846, lasso-toting horsemen known as vaqueros hunted an animal that is now extinct: the California grizzly bear...............
 
I've got an article somewhere describing the Spaniards roping Grizzlies in California, the Author stated that one needs to be in the saddle before they can walk to do this.
 
The electric fence and the lawnmower.

We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.

Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod isthe key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.

One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.

It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.

Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.

Time stood still.

The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.

It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of #### lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.

Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.

At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those piece of #### chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.

This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.

'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!

Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die .... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.

So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day .... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.

I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ....

I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.

There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.

Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:

1 - Three of my teeth seem to have melted.

2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not theleft, just the right).

3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.

4 - My left eye will not open.

5 - My right eye will not close.

6 - The lawnmower runs like a sum##### now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.

7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.

8- I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).

That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.

The good news is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.
Kinda funny e fence story. I have wires around the garden and other areas. I can raise it up with my coat sleeve and go through np. One time I was going through holding up the wire and my pup was on the other side and he touched my hand in a normal greeting way. Was like he was shot. Took a while before he came to me lol
 
An entertaining larf.
But consider that many regs specify the use of certain firearms or make other statements about the lawful taking of wildlife.

I used to live in a community that was overrun with deerhuggers and basically domestic deer.

Im paraphrasing but The regulations stated that deer must be killed using a centre fire rifle.

At the time, the “hunting” restriction did not apply, only the “shooting” distance.

So i took an old beat up enfield salvage and welded the bolt closed. I turned a beautiful handle on my lathe and slipped that on the barrel.

I fabricated a steel wdge and bokted it to the cheeek area of the stock.

Thwn i went into my backyard with a fistful of oats and apple slices.

When the deer came to eat out of my hand, i brought the enfield off my shoulder and whack!

Easy-peasy.
 
Recently I got this idea that rather than hunt I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a a couple of months, then kill, butcher, and put it in the freezer. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. 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. So figured it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it, 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, which had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about twenty 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 & stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end good 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 the 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 can fight down using a rope with some dignity. A deer, not a chance! That thing ran and bucked and twisted & 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 some animals. A brief ten minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me. 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, but I then managed to get up.

Right 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 evil deer. I hated the thing and 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 I shared no small 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. 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 & 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 daylights 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 such trickery did not work.

In the course of a millisecond I deployed a different strategy, 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 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.

Pretty beat up, with my scalp split open, I also had several large goose eggs, and my wrist was bleeding pretty good. It felt broken, but turned out to be just badly bruised. Oh, and my back was bleeding in a few places, even though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from the worst of it.

I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op, got out of the truck, covered in blood & dust & looking like hell.. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window. He came running out yelling "Oh my God, What happened to you? What happened?"
Not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid, I told him "I was attacked by a deer."

Now, I have never seen any law in the province of Alberta that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Probably because they didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to try. Knowing the lengths to which some law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist some existing laws to paint my actions as criminal, and did not tell him that at the time it had my 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. I asked him to call somebody to come get me, as I wasn't sure I could make it home on my own. So he did.

Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house & wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing, and Parks & Wildlife was interested in the event. I tried to describe the attack carefully. "Well, I was just filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and started kicking the hell out of me and BIT me! It was obviously rabid or insane or something!”

EVERYBODY for miles around now knows about the deer attack. The guy at the co-op talks a lot. For several weeks now, people have dragged their kids into the house when they see deer around, and the local ranchers are carrying rifles when they fill their feeders. I have told several people the story, and figured I should let you all know, as well.

Have a good Victoria Day, Gentlemen.

Ted

Good yarn.
 
Good story. Now I have a guy I know. Pretty serious about hunting. Bow hunter who uses camo and can sit still better than me. He called a buck in and it was so close that he couldn't shoot. It literally wanted him until he spoke to it then it attacked him and cracked a rib.
 
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