I went out for a run tonite with my dog Buddy behind Miller Airpark. I was running up and down the fire trails. All of a sudden I saw a flash of white-tail and Buddy took off after a deer. He does is all the time, but usually does not have much luck.
Today was different. He started yipping, which usually just means he is really hot on their trail, usually within 30 yards of their feet. Thing was, his yelps were close, and you could tell he was relatively stationary. My first thought was that he and a big buck were squaring off for a fight.
I ran towards him, cause he was really going crazy with his yelps. I came to the bottom of a small swale and don't you know he had a yearling buck all confused. The yearling would try to run away and buddy would nip him in the snout. So the yearling would lift his head up and swivel his head around looking for a way out, and not making much progress.
I ran right up to the yearling, and before he could make 2 steps I had him in my arms. Oh my God what a strange feeling I had. Here I had this wild deer in my arms, and although he was straining a bit to get away from me, he was not freaking out or anything, so it was really safe and neat to hold him. I started rubbing my hand along his head and throat to calm him down, and he did settle very slightly. But he was also making a low rumbling hissing noise. I put my hand in front of his snout to see if he'd open his mouth, but he did not.
What a weird feeling. I always thought about grabbing a wild deer (you know, just for the hell of it) but I never in my wildest dreams thought it would happen. His legs were amazingly slim and graceful, at first I thought he had broken one, but no, he was okay. I very reluctantly let him go. What a cool feeling to have had this opportunity.
Today was different. He started yipping, which usually just means he is really hot on their trail, usually within 30 yards of their feet. Thing was, his yelps were close, and you could tell he was relatively stationary. My first thought was that he and a big buck were squaring off for a fight.
I ran towards him, cause he was really going crazy with his yelps. I came to the bottom of a small swale and don't you know he had a yearling buck all confused. The yearling would try to run away and buddy would nip him in the snout. So the yearling would lift his head up and swivel his head around looking for a way out, and not making much progress.
I ran right up to the yearling, and before he could make 2 steps I had him in my arms. Oh my God what a strange feeling I had. Here I had this wild deer in my arms, and although he was straining a bit to get away from me, he was not freaking out or anything, so it was really safe and neat to hold him. I started rubbing my hand along his head and throat to calm him down, and he did settle very slightly. But he was also making a low rumbling hissing noise. I put my hand in front of his snout to see if he'd open his mouth, but he did not.
What a weird feeling. I always thought about grabbing a wild deer (you know, just for the hell of it) but I never in my wildest dreams thought it would happen. His legs were amazingly slim and graceful, at first I thought he had broken one, but no, he was okay. I very reluctantly let him go. What a cool feeling to have had this opportunity.