Deer Roping!

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 j ust 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 bi g 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 l ike 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 rea ched 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 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 hell.

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 hi m 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
the heaven 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."

Omfg Lmao!!!!!!!!!


Excellent Post!!

lol ..... .........

HEHEHEHEHE!!!! Too funny. You must be from Canada, cause we from the North know better than to even make that kind of an attemt on a helpless little deer hehehehe!!!