As I sit here on the porch drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the freshly plowed fields while listening to the crow calls, I’m reminded that spring and turkey season are fast approaching. Some great news to pass along: Our fantastic State Representative Leslie Combs guided our ship of hunting safely into the harbor.
House Bill 1, which she wrote to make Hunting a right, will now come before the good people of the Commonwealth for their approval. When we pass it, the anti’s will not be able to stop hunting from here to eternity. Leslie Combs did her job, now we need to do ours and get it passed by the people. We will have people in Letcher County oppose us, but we will fight to get it passed. Thanks to Leslie Combs we are almost there.
Now to finish the stories about not roping a deer. We have had a lot of fun with the deer catching stories, but my advice, after reading what happens when you catch one, is DON’T. My buddy Billy Garner, from Jackson County, Mississippi, sent me this story about his one and only time of roping a deer. (His birthday was last week, so happy birthday. He is 29 and holding!)
Back in early 70’s, Bill and a friend of his were fishing from a boat on Vaughn Bayou in Jackson County they had tied off to a tree when they spotted a deer swimming across the bayou. Being young and foolish, they untied the boat and went to the swimming deer and slipped the rope they had used to tie off with over the deer’s head and around its neck. They intended to let the deer swim to shore, but as soon as the deer got to land Billy jumped from the boat and got a lesson in why it is not a good thing to rope a deer.
The deer was going nuts, jumping around and charging at Billy. Before he could react the deer body slammed him. Billy knew he had not made a good life choice, as now he was tangled up in the rope with a mad deer on the other end. Billy finally made it to the tree the boat had been tied to and got the rope around tree. The deer broke the rope, and thankfully ran off. As Billy stood there, his buddy laughing to the rib bust stage, he looked at the damage — hands bleeding, blisters up and down his body from the rope burns, every stitch of clothing torn from him, nose bleeding, and his pride hurt.
Billy told me, “I learned a good lesson that day— never try and play cowboy with a deer.” Although I have been sent some more deer stories, we will end with Billy’s. And thanks to all of you sending them in. Turkey season starts for me next Sunday, so we will be following the season.