Originally Posted by
Slow Burn
Cayugad,
About 20 years ago when I thought that I was invincible, my uncle Vernon who was about 90 had shot a deer out his kitchen window with his .22 rifle. I see him right after that down at the gas station where all the locals hang out and drink coffee and talk about everything except politics and religion. He asked me to help him hang it up and to my surprise he had dragged it over to his out building. I opened the door and flipped the light switch and wow.....you talk about one pissed off buck.... he was out for retribution. About 10 minutes later I came out all bloody from the battle and might I say with a few broken bones in my left hand, but never the less I emerged the victory. Do you know how many licks it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll lolli-pop, me neither, but I expect it took that many stabs with a hunting knife to finish this ole boy. Upon further observation I discovered that dear old uncle Vernon just creased his skull a little and knocked him out. Uncle Vernon apologized but I just had to laugh because it sure was funny. On the serious side I am a Wildlife Biologist and I really disapprove of people making pets out of wild game. They become defenseless and vulnerable to humans.
That is one of those "funny after the fact" stories. But I bet it sure wasn't too funny during the episode! You're lucky you didn't get impaled and thrown to the ground.