OK.......What's Wrong With This?

Just so. I don't have a problem with the killing, but I hunt deer to hunt them and to eat them. I eat beef, too, but going to the farm and paying for a cow and shooting it isn't hunting so it's not interesting.

Have you seen this ####ing guy's walls? Better be some helluva buck!
 
I know a few people who shoot deer from their porches or decks.

I know someone that blew the moulding off one side of his kitchen window with his 7mm Rem mag shooting at a deer. He thought god hit him when the rifle went off. He's got a couple through the same window since, but he sticks the barrel way out the window now.

He's never fixed it. He thinks it's funny.
 
Found it . Hilarious . I have a similar quick story . An Indian i know on the Wiki Rez on Manitoulin Island got well lubricated and got in an argument over bear fighting . He and both of his brothers played hockey and football so he put on all the hockey and football gear and headed for the dump in the passenger side of a truck with another truck of witnesses following . He bailed out and got a 200 pound bear in a headlock and tried to pin it . At first the bear did nothing but quickly got fed up with this Indian trying to twist it;s neck . I wasn't there but got the call from his mother for me to go to the hospital in Sudbury to see how he was . He wasn't good , in fact , he lost badly . The bear didn't claw him but bit him everywhere through his hydro parka where ever he didn't have hockey gear . He was full of holes . It was reported in the paper as a bear attack but they left out the part of a looped up Ojibway who started the fight . 40 years ago .




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 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 slowly 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 it 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 beforehand ... 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 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 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 lying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

This is the funniest thing I have read on CGN in a long time :)
 
There I was sitting at my kitchen table this morning, drinking my coffee and watching the rain. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and there 30 mtrs away is a couple does. Now does are open season right now and I have tags, one doe and one buck, or two bucks. I watched them pick their way along the edge of my lawn within 10 ft of the house. All along the front and across the north lawn.........I did not grab a rifle, bow or even a handgun and lay one down. I thought about it, I even asked the wife if I should, she replied with "What ever you like, dear"........and yet I still never moved towards any device with which to terminate one of the does. I just moved through the house, window to window, and watched them work their way north until they were out of sight..........I think I should make a doctor's appointment, there seems to be something seriously wrong with me...........I can say if one had antlers, it would have been different, I'd have laid them both down, for sure. But I just couldn't get myself worked up enough to shoot a doe this morning.
I'm definitely getting old............


That was the true hunter coming out.

The subconscious hunter knew those does would hang around if unmolested...and would bring the bucks when the rut is on.

Well played Mister.

"Insert picture of those dudes slow clapping for the man club routine"
 
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Why would the decision to not kill something be an issue to anyone at any time?

I don't hunt in order to kill things; I kill in order to have hunted (who actually said that?) Hunting is NOT killing stuff. Killing stuff is not necessarily hunting. I love to hunt.

"One does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, one kills in order to have hunted"

Jose Ortega Y Gasset, a Spanish philosopher. He spent most of his time pondering things.:)
 
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