Deer stories thread. I have one.
Late one evening at our country home, I hear a loud crash at our driveway. Going outside, I see a vehicle in the ditch and a moose sized dear in the orher ditch. The vehicle drives off to get a hunting rifle. I approached the deer, the largest one I had ever seen, who was still alive with a torn up front leg.
I watched the deer get up and limp into the forest by my house. I follow it in, to determine if I needed to put the deer down. About the time I figure the deer should be let go, a bunch of hunters show up with 4 rifles that I can see.
The deer and I had walked south, and for some reason, the hunters walked east and north. They never walked our way. It was interesting watching this deer up close, watching these hunters. He layed down on the ground, coiled into a loose circle like a lap dog on a cold night. He layed in a way, he was watching their movments, which was pretty easy with lights and lasers. When the hunters gave up and went back to their truck, the deer stood up, and walked east and disappeared into a cornfield.
While we waited out the hunters, I enjoyed my time with the deer. Big big eyes. You could tell he was no dumb animal. He had been around the block a few times.
As he walked off, kind of figure I gained a friend. I have often wondered if he died later of his wounds.
I had a moose run past me as a teen, and this deer would have posted numbers on a scale close to that moose
