Article Contributed by Field Staff Writer M. Burnley.
Where I live in Louisiana a deer sighting isnâ€™t out of the ordinary. Â But what I experienced one morning this summer can be categorized as rare and unusual.
Yesterday morning, as we were sitting in the front yard waiting on the kids’ school bus to arrive we heard a loud crash! I jumped out of my chair to see what had caused the ruckus. Just then, a truck stopped and the driver said a deer jumped through a window at a house down the street. I ran over to the house to see and sure enough, there was glass everywhere from a broken window.Â As the police were being called, I ran to the other neighborâ€™s house to rally some help.
The homeowner and her two young children were still in the house, seeing several neighbors coming to the rescue she let us in and we sprang into action. Blood and hair were among the glass shards scattering the floor.Â Our first tactic to capture the frightened doe was to corner and grab her, but after a few unsuccessful attempts we realized that approach wouldnâ€™t work. Â But, as the deer reared up at my young neighbor, I quickly jumped on the doe, and while bear hugging her, managed to open the back door and walk her out. After I let her loose in the backyard, I noticed that she was still in a panic, she kept ramming the fence at the back of the yard. I decided that we had to corner her before she hurt herself even more. After we got her calm, I was able to check her out, all the blood from jumping through the glass window appeared to only be caused by superficial wounds and she seemed fine, just tired.
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By then, the police had arrived and immediately wanted to put her down, but I argued against it. I was able to persuade them that she was fine and we needed to allow her to leave on her own. We grabbed her by the legs and carried her to the front yard where we laid her down and pet her to help calm her down.Â After a minute or two, she stood up, we pointed her towards the woods and off she ran.
Thank goodness nobody was hurt.
Being a hunter doesn’t necessarily mean to blast your way through your tags, fill your freezer with game and wait for next year. It means being a steward to your fellow humans and creatures. Insuring that the next generations of wild game survives for our offspring.