Undoubtedly Illegal but Funny

I’ve heard about several other people who have tangled with deer by accident. This guy sought out his punishment. Pretty Funny!

HOW TO CATCH A DEER

Actual letter from someone who farms and writes well!

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 t he 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 take

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.20 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, so I

managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a

little trap I had set before hand…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 re ached 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 tendons 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 b ack 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 knocke d 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.

So… now I know why when people go deer hunting

they bring a rifle with a scope… to sort of even the odds!

Even if it was embelished a bit, that was pretty funny.

Jeff

Fantastic!

LOL, it might be embellished, but why let facts get in the way of a good story.

That is the best laugh I have had in quite awhile. I had a coach in high school who had taken a very young buck and chained it to a tree. He had it for quite awhile and fed it regularly without incident. One day as he approached the buck to feed it, it gored him just under the heart. Nearly killed him. Nasty little suckers as the author so well expressed.

thanks for sharing this one.

This might be a good spot to post this.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YM5GZBQfv-8

that was one long funny story,cant wait for the next one:D

This little story reminds me of the time my devoted husband, Christopher, tried roping our horse, Cody. You see, Cody had recently been moved to a new boarding facility, and he apparently didn’t care much for it, so he decided WE were the reason he was miserable. To show his disdain for us, every time we went to catch him to go for a ride he would either run from us or turn to stand in the corner of his stall looking like he was going to kick us if we got close enough. Well… I wanted to ride and my dear devoted husband was up for the challenge of catching this horse that we now lovingly called Elmer. He tried walking up to him…but Elmer kept turning away and flattening his ears. Thirty minutes went by and the sun was starting to dip. I was eagerly awaiting my horse back ride. We tried luring him over to the fence so we could slip the halter on while he was eating hay from our hand. Another 30 minutes went by…I was still eager to ride!! At this time, my brilliant and devoted husband had a very good idea…he was going to rope the horse!! He went to our tack room and grabbed our lasso. First you must know, my husband is no cowboy. He did NOT grow up on a farm. He has never roped a creature in his life. He is plenty confident though. He carries himself well with strong broad shoulders. He is a proud man. He twirled that lasso like an old cowhand and managed to catch the horse around his neck. There’s just one tiny problem…Cody did NOT want this rope around his neck. I don’t think dear Christopher expected Cody to rear up on his hind legs like he did. I don’t think he expected Cody to kick the fence boards on his stall hard enough to break them off at the post. I don’t think he expected Cody would take off running like he did. I don’t think was expecting any of that…but that’s what he got. At this point, Cody was entirely freaked out by what was going on. My devoted husband was not going to back down to a silly 1200 pound horse. His wife wanted a ride and that’s all that mattered to him. As I stood behind the fence I was having second thoughts about riding this crazy beast…but I said nothing. I was too impressed by what I saw. My man, the newly ordained cowboy, had lassoed my horse and was now fighting hard to “rein him in”. His 200 lb frame was nothing against this wild eyed 1200 pound beast. The rope was pulled… palms were burned…boards were broken…knees were skinned…PAIN!! These antics continued for a good half hour. By now the sun was dipping much lower. I certainly didn’t want to ride this damn horse now…he was CRAZY!! I was scared for my husband’s safety. I did NOT want him to get seriously injured by this horse…the horse we bought for our 10 year old son because he begged us for 2 years…the horse NO 10 year old would ride!!! This could not end well. I begged him to “just get that damn rope off his neck and let’s go home”. We drove home that night in silence. I was in awe of what I had just seen. My dear sweet and loving husband was feeling proud of his accomplishment. He was now a real cowboy!!

This story is dedicated to that wonderful man who is also known as Hugefish_80 here on this site.

A buddy of mine up in Michigan used to rope and collar deer. Took two to get the job done. They would put some corn in a 5 gallon pail and lay the noose around the top of the pail. When the deer stuck it’s head in the pail to get the corn it was a done deal! Getting the collar on took a bit of finesse though! My buddy would keep tension on the rope and his helper would bull dog the deer. While the deer was down the collar was attached. One time he gave the deer a little slack and his partner got the living c__p kicked out of him!! He also has a video of a collared deer back with it’s head in the bucket 15 minutes later!!
You should hear the story about “Fishing For Turkey’s”! :rolleyes:

Cure for Boredom,
Loved your story and WELCOME to the Site.:smiley:

The story has been around for awhile and here is the rest of the original;

I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I had several large goose eggs (bumps), 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 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 horribly. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling, “What happened?”

I have never seen any law 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. Attack 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.

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 they where most 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 me and it bit me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something”.

For miles around, everybody learned 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. 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 guy that tried to rope the deer”.

Minus personal injury. it sounds like the first time I hooked a Carp!