This sounds like something that either jigs or Northern Rancher would do.
:lol: :lol: :lol:
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 wra pped
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 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 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 th at 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
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. 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 a gainst 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 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 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 d o 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 usual ly 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 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 the re 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 p aint 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 him 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 hell
out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or ins ane 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 dumb-*** that tried
to rope the deer
:lol: :lol: :lol:
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 wra pped
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 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 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 th at 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
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. 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 a gainst 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 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 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 d o 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 usual ly 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 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 the re 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 p aint 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 him 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 hell
out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or ins ane 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 dumb-*** that tried
to rope the deer
