Chuck52
Veteran Member
I've been complaining lately in various threads about deer eating my garden, so I thought I'd post something more positive about @#$%^ Bambi:
I was out watering the weeds growing where my edible plants used to be Saturday morning when I heard what I first thought was some kind of bird down near the mudhole that used to be a pond before the current solar onslaught. I looked in that direction and saw a large doe looking at me and making a snorting or huffing noise. She proceeded to stamp her front feet several times and snort at me several times, making me think she was complaining that I was keeping her from her breakfast, though there was really little left in my former garden for her to eat. After we stared at each other for a while, she turned and bounced off into the woods, and I continued to water the weeds. I thought it odd that a doe would bahave thusly, and thought perhaps it was an antlerless buck challenging me, but my mighty hunter son-in-law told me it was more likely a doe because so large a buck would have antlers this time of year. Late that afternoon, my boy was walking the fence line near where the deer had stood and found a fawn hung up in the old wire fence by one hind foot. When we got close, it thrashed so hard I was afraid it would rip its leg off. It really looked like the wire had cut down to the bone and that the leg was dislocated at the hip, so I thought I might ought to put it out of its misery. However, I have only a 22 rifle that hasn't been fired in years, and if I have ammo I don't know where it might be. So, I decided to cut the wire and see if it could move off on its own, which it did, though in a three-legged way. I then spent the rest of the evening thinking that I should have put it down somehow, or called the neighbor on whose property it was to do so with some of the heavy artillery he and his boys periodically blast away with down by his lake, but in the end I did not. The next morning, I was out again admiring the weeds in my former garden when the doe reappeared and repeated her performance, stamping her feet and snorting at me. This time when she turned to bounce away, a fawn came out of the woods and followed her back in. Now, this fawn did not limp at all so far as I could tell, and I can't be sure that either the doe or the fawn were the same as those of the previous day....a deer is a deer, a fawn is a fawn, and we have deer out the wazoo around here, but there's nothing obviously dead in the field near where the first fawn struggled away. So now I'm left to wonder....was this a Lassie moment, with the doe asking me to help her fawn and then thanking me? Next year should I plant even more deer food and become a patron saint of all deerdom?
Chuck
I was out watering the weeds growing where my edible plants used to be Saturday morning when I heard what I first thought was some kind of bird down near the mudhole that used to be a pond before the current solar onslaught. I looked in that direction and saw a large doe looking at me and making a snorting or huffing noise. She proceeded to stamp her front feet several times and snort at me several times, making me think she was complaining that I was keeping her from her breakfast, though there was really little left in my former garden for her to eat. After we stared at each other for a while, she turned and bounced off into the woods, and I continued to water the weeds. I thought it odd that a doe would bahave thusly, and thought perhaps it was an antlerless buck challenging me, but my mighty hunter son-in-law told me it was more likely a doe because so large a buck would have antlers this time of year. Late that afternoon, my boy was walking the fence line near where the deer had stood and found a fawn hung up in the old wire fence by one hind foot. When we got close, it thrashed so hard I was afraid it would rip its leg off. It really looked like the wire had cut down to the bone and that the leg was dislocated at the hip, so I thought I might ought to put it out of its misery. However, I have only a 22 rifle that hasn't been fired in years, and if I have ammo I don't know where it might be. So, I decided to cut the wire and see if it could move off on its own, which it did, though in a three-legged way. I then spent the rest of the evening thinking that I should have put it down somehow, or called the neighbor on whose property it was to do so with some of the heavy artillery he and his boys periodically blast away with down by his lake, but in the end I did not. The next morning, I was out again admiring the weeds in my former garden when the doe reappeared and repeated her performance, stamping her feet and snorting at me. This time when she turned to bounce away, a fawn came out of the woods and followed her back in. Now, this fawn did not limp at all so far as I could tell, and I can't be sure that either the doe or the fawn were the same as those of the previous day....a deer is a deer, a fawn is a fawn, and we have deer out the wazoo around here, but there's nothing obviously dead in the field near where the first fawn struggled away. So now I'm left to wonder....was this a Lassie moment, with the doe asking me to help her fawn and then thanking me? Next year should I plant even more deer food and become a patron saint of all deerdom?
Chuck