This is part two of a story sent to me by a rancher friend of mine, and a cowboy poet. Here are his words:
I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope; there was no love between me and that deer. 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.
I managed to get lined back up in between my truck and the feeder —a little trap I had set beforehand, kind of like a squeeze chute. Did you know that deer bite? 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 for the rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.
Now when a deer bites you, it is not like being bitten by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. 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.
I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the fire out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.
That is when I got my final lesson in deer behavior.
Don’t miss next week’s final chapter in this funny, funny story.