“Oh yeah, those pics aren't for the faint of heart...”

“That is cool!

8)”

“awww the poor deer!”

“That is awful. gosh i can't believe that.”

“Is that a new hunting technique up there?

Is it durango season or shotgun season?”

“This happens a lot more often than you think. I guy got killed in my home town when the deer came trough the drivers side window. It happend in the middle of the city too. This is not just a rural thing.”

“I have a Durango too.... Same color and everything.. I better watch out, The Deeer population may be targeting us Durango owners....”

“Happens way more than ya hear... just the other night I had 6 of them run out on me...

...a Minnesotan”

“Yes this can happen.

Check this out.”

“First of all, there are more deer than people and dogs combined where I live. I live in the last northern bit of the Adirondacks, about a mile north of the US/Canada border in southwestern Quebec. Across the border is Franklin county in New York state, one of the premier deer producing areas in the northeast US.

In the 25 years that I've lived here I've only run into a deer once, which is pretty much a miracle.

Joanne the owner of the village pub where I live and an avid MG collector had a deer jump on her lap. She was lucky to escape with only minor damage and injuries, but for two weeks she looked like she had a baseball in her cheek and had had her face painted blue (we were emotionally VERY supportive - NOT).

And then there are the D. Brothers (caps intentional and the name unrevealed to protect the guilty). Paul is in international finance and spends most of his time on the west coast and Pierre is a teacher with the competition (the English high school in the neighbouring village). Pete is my major hunting and #&%!$shooting buddy and Paul is my major climbing partner (or was, perhaps, he has a girlfriend now - a university Education professor and I'm worried that his priorities are getting messed up).

This reminds me that I have to apologise to her for winning the bet about being able to hit 4th gear going through Pete's front bush (with her hanging, screaming, on to the OH#&%!$!! handle). I also have to get the strip of bark removed from between the tyre and the rim - and the side light replaced.

Anyhoo, Paul was driving home from the pub late one night and hit a young deer - a fawn. Considering the hour, Paul was understandably in a 'tired and emotional' state. Seeing that the fawn was still alive, he decided to load it into his SUV and bring it home to adopt it (I know, I know). The fawn, of course, regained consciousness as Paul pulled into his lane.

Paul managed to get out and away from the wildly flailing (and bleeding) deer and called his brother. Still groggy from sleep, Pete popped over and the two tried to develop an intelligent plan before the deer completely destroyed everything. Luckily (I guess) for all involved, the fawn expired and was consumed (the greatest sin is waste) shortly thereafter.

Last year Pete was about 2 minutes late for snow goose hunting and I was in a state of shock. When the front door finally opened (maybe less than 2 minutes late, perhaps 0402) I asked him where he'd been.

'Where ya wanna hang the deer?' he asked.

A truck leaving (the same) pub had hit the deer as Pete passed. After the morning hunt, I was plucking the snows (have you ever plucked snows? never mind) and Pete was trimming the deer on his tailgate beside my house and I reflected that I was thinking about changing into an excentric hermit.

'Watcha gonna change?' asked Pete and we both laughed.

Just wanted to share some thoughts on deer and traffic. Ain't male bonding great?”

“interesting... i'll be watching out - always am on the alert, dang things are everywhere.”

“I mean its like the deer just jumped into the windshield!

That is just nutz!!!!

I have neve seen anything like that before!

8|”

“I knew a game warden whose assignment was Philadelphia. There were quite a lot of deer in two city parks - too many, in fact. Before they culled the herd, car-deer collisions were commonplace. Hardly a week went by without a car vs. deer collision somewhere in the city.”

“Those pictures......yuck! That poor deer never knew what it was doing. I'll bet it just saw land ahead of it, and casually went walking and fell, ...... never realizing that it was on a bridge.

That guy had better be counting his blessings. SOMEONE was looking out for him that day!

Here in MI, deer collisions are semi-common place, ... at least up north they are. I know of a guy that has had 9 different car repair this year alone, because he has hit deer going home at night! He said "why bother getting a new vehicle? I'm only going to hit another one again.....!" Sad, huh?”

“I use those deer alert whistles you put on the front bumper. They seem to work, although they are reportedly not foolproof. Deerproof I should say.”

“Do they actually work? I've thought about getting some for my car, but I just thought some weird crack pot was trying to get money for something stupid. Do they work like a dog whistle?”

“I just the Durango didn't Dodge away from the deer quick enough. Anyways, the Dodge did Ram a deer.”

“The deer population is just getting worse! We ripp there homes away dailey and push them into the citys with less woods. Keep a eye open!

Deer season opened yesterday so Im pumped!”

“They work, but only above 35 MPH and sometimes not even then. They do work like a dog whistle, from what I understand. I have had deer cross the road well ahead of me, but never right in front of me.

If you see deer, or if you in an area where deer often cross the road, discretion is the best course. Slow down and be prepared to jam on the brakes.

You also need to make sure the alerts are clean and not clogged up, particularly in winter when snow and ice can get into the openings. This is also rutting season, so deer are active.

What about those who have used deer alerts and still hit deer? I don't know. They may have been traveling at less than 35, or their alerts might have gotten dirty and clogged. Or they might have run into a deer that was no longer afraid of the whistle.

But I use them, and make sure they are clean. So far, so good, knock on wood.”

“My next vehicle will be sporting the latest look of them! Thanks for the info!”

“I used the deer alerts for a couple of seasons and never saw so many deer on the side of the road. It seemed as if they were being called by them, but I guess that's impossible. I never had one jump out in front of me while using them, but I started to worry they were bad luck and stopped using them.”

“

Unlucky buck: Deer loses head-butt with lawn ornament

A love-struck buck ran out of luck a week ago. The seven-point buck was killed when it rammed a 640-pound concrete statue of an elk in the backyard of Mark and Carol Brye's home in rural Viroqua.

Bucks often fight during the breeding season, commonly called the rut. Dominant bucks defend breeding territories and female deer by sparring with subordinate bucks. Antler battles sometimes result in the death of one or both deer, but usually end with the biggest buck winning and the smaller buck high-tailing it out to another area.

Mark Brye, who owns Brye Plumbing in Viroqua, was still laughing about the suicidal buck he found near his elk statue last week.

Brye said his morning ritual is to rise early and look out at the life-like statue about 40 yards from his home.

"Our son and daughter gave it to us for Christmas four years ago because we like to hunt elk," Brye said. "The elk is a nice thing to see every morning. It looks pretty cool, especially on a foggy morning."

Brye said he knew exactly what happened when he saw the statue tipped over. Although they were about the same height, the statue weighed at least three times more than the 180-pound deer.

He didn't realize the buck lay dead a short distance away.

"I could tell the buck poked the statue a couple of times by the chipped paint on it," Brye said, adding that the buck eventually rammed it like a mountain goat.

The buck apparently staggered about 20 feet and fell.

Brye claimed the buck with a tag from the Vernon County conservation warden. He laughed at the warden's tag note: "lawn ornament fight - lost."

Brye said the deer shattered its skull. The antlers were still on its head but were dangling.

"The statue is OK, but the antlers broke off when it tipped over," Brye said. "One side of the antlers is in one piece, but the other side is in five pieces."

Brye, 58, is considering removing the antlers from the unlucky buck and gluing them on the elk statue as a remembrance of the strange but true story.

The deer is butchered and in Brye's freezer. The elk remains on its side.

"I can't tip it back up until I get a whole bunch of guys to help me," he said.


http://lacrossetribune.com/news/local/article_9ee5d1bc-cdbc-11de-a418-001cc4c002e0.html”

“Bad case of testosterone poisoning.”

“Viroqua is in Wisconsin. I have seen them mount those little target does. Not really much different than MarkO and his inflatables;)
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“Hence the subject line to my post.”

“Published November 17, 2009 10:23 pm - Gerald A. Dabiew, 56, of Moira fought off an attack from a 10-point buck Friday. Dabiew suffered bruises and cuts all over his body, but he likely saved his own life.

Moira man fights off deer attack


CASEY RYAN VOCK
Contributing Writer


MOIRA — A 56-year-old Moira man fought off a vicious attack by a deer Friday afternoon, possibly saving his own life.

Gerald A. Dabiew was loading wood into a front-end loader in his yard on Best Road when he noticed a large, 10-point buck rubbing against a tree across the road.

“I saw something out of the corner of my eye,” said Dabiew, who then watched the deer enter the roadway. “He looked toward me, and he wasn’t but 20 or 30 feet away. He put his head down and dove right toward.

“He was moving, and I didn’t have time to do anything. All I thought was ‘grab those horns.’”

Dabiew, who is 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs about 230 pounds, grasped on to the animal’s antlers and wrapped his legs around its neck. But the deer lifted him up and began repeatedly slamming Dabiew onto the ground, ramming him with the large rack.

“He kept pushing and twisting on me. I knew that if he kept me down there, I was dead. So I fought with everything I had. I had his nose down between my legs, and I held him tight to me.”

But the deer kept lifting him and slamming him to the ground. At one point, the animal smashed him against a nearby tree stump.

By his estimates, Dabiew’s encounter with the angry buck lasted about 20 minutes, his mind racing for the duration.

“I remember telling him, ‘You’re not going to kill me out here!’”

Dabiew was home alone at the time, so his calls for help went unanswered.

“I screamed and screamed for help. My throat dried right out, and I couldn’t scream anymore.”

The fracas went on so long that both the deer and Dabiew had to stop to catch their breaths. Dabiew could hear the animal breathing deeply through its nose as he clenched it with his legs.

Dabiew looked for anything within reach that he could use to fight off the animal, but every time he started to loosen his grip, the animal began battering him.

“I knew if I let him go he would be right on me again.”

Slowly, Dabiew realized that he, himself, was becoming exhausted.

“He started thrashing again, and we rolled a couple times.”

At that point, Dabiew let go and pushed the deer off him with his feet.

The deer turned away from him, kicked him in the side of the face with its back legs and ran off.

It took Dabiew everything he had to pull himself up onto the front-end loader.

As he did, he looked toward the tree line and saw that the deer had stopped and was staring back at him.

Dabiew drove the loader back to his house, where his brother was just arriving and had to help him out of the machine.

Covered head-to-toe in blood and mud, Dabiew cleaned himself up and was taken to the emergency room at Alice Hyde Medical Center, where he was treated and released.

Dabiew has cuts and bruises all over his body, including his stomach, chest, back and head. He also has a bruised tailbone, which he said doctors can do nothing to treat.

“I’m sore, but that will go away with time,” he said. “I was in fights when I was young. But I have never taken a pounding like I took from that thing. I have never been so afraid of anything.”

Dabiew, who does not hunt, said the attack was likely a freak incident, but he believes the noise he was making by throwing wood into the loader could have sounded like bucks fighting, which hunters use to attract deer.

Ed Reed, a wildlife biologist with the Department of Environmental Conservation, said that theory could be correct.

“This is breeding season for whitetails, and they get pretty aggressive,” Reed said. “They have been known to attack people. If he sees something moving, he feels like it’s somebody encroaching on his territory.”

Reed said people should not be concerned for their safety in light of the attack.

Regardless, Dabiew hopes his story might raise awareness of the possibility of deer attacking humans.

“People should pay attention,” he said. “I have lived here all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. I didn’t even believe it. It scared the crap out of me, I know that.””

“Is that Moira NY?

Wild story!”

“Franklin County ehhhhh”