genbud78
Ten Pointer
I wondered the same.
Why do you put collars on fish too?
How would you "collar" a fawn and then loosen the collar as it grew? I would be afraid it would re-home, and then choke.
I would think an elastic collar would end up hanging on a stick, and coming off as the animal backed outThe collars I’ve seen used were about 2” wide all the way around with orange reflective material over elastic.
You’d think right. Haha. My buddy had a doe and I bet he bought 25 over the time she was alive. Sometimes she’d go 2-3 months and not lose it and sometimes it seemed she’d lose 3 a week. She lived to be 4 and ended up getting ran over about a mile from his house.I would think an elastic collar would end up hanging on a stick, and coming off as the animal backed out
one of the fishing stars on TV has one that climbs into his boat.Putting collar on one isn’t much of issue. When you raise them from a fawn they will follow you around like a calf that you raised on a bottle.
Let me try to explain the logic. It is a deer not a pet. All I see is meat not a pet. If you would shoot the deer without the collar then why wouldn't you shoot one with. Shoot the dam deer! Hope this clears it up for you. LOL!one of the fishing stars on TV has one that climbs into his boat.
when we see other collared pets in the woods (likely illegal for them to be roaming) most dont consider shooting them.
Yet an obviously tame deer (how else you gonna collar it?) is considered a candidate for shooting?
I really do not understand that logic at all.
Many uncollared animals get shot when they come thru the woodsLet me try to explain the logic. It is a deer not a pet. All I see is meat not a pet. If you would shoot the deer without the collar then why wouldn't you shoot one with. Shoot the dam deer! Hope this clears it up for you. LOL!
I've been supplementally feeding the deer around the house every day for 30+ years. I don't hunt here and don't allow anyone else to, though the land near mine gets hunted. Ten years ago, one of the Does I knew well was killed up by the road. Her 6 week old fawn was unharmed, but the doe fawn started getting picked on by older deer. One of her aunts looked after the fawn and allowed her to travel together with her fawn. Since the fawn only knew to trust me (her mother brought her at a young age), I'd let the young doe eat as much as she wanted out of the feed bucket. Most deer don't get within 40 feet (or 50 yards) of me, though a few will eat from my hand. (I called her Leila after a friend) She trusted me and got to where I could pull ticks off her ears and comb the mites off her with a flea comb. She's still a wild deer and goes wherever she wants, whenever she wants. Leila just knows that I will always offer safety and comfort at my place. I didn't put a collar on her because she's not mine.
Six years ago, Leila had a buck fawn in the back yard and brought him up to me when he was less than 2 hours old(!). Since fawns are born with no scent, I knew not to touch him, but I let him smell my hand so he'd know who I was. As he was sniffing me, I thought how cool it was that he'd know me longer than anything on the planet except his mother. The fact that Leila trusted her newborn fawn with me is also pretty exceptional. He'd hang out around the house (he had a favorite shady spot to bed near some rocks, so I called him Rocky) and he would wait for me to come home from work most days. He'd follow me around like a puppy as I watered the clover patch & fed the rest of the deer. He considered me part of the herd and started trying to spar with me when he grew older and got his first rack. I couldn't turn my back to him for fear of him trying to come at me. Shortly after he polished the velvet off his antlers, things changed. He didn't hang out as much and was late coming around to eat some days. I could tell by the look in his eyes and his behavior that he was about to leave. I saw less and less of him. One day in late September he stopped coming around and went to seek his own turf. I have no idea where he went or what became of him, but it sure was a blast being a part the first 17 months of that buck's life. I hope he reached maturity, ended up gracing someone's table, or better yet, ended up being someone's buck of a lifetime. I have some pictures of Rocky I'll add next week.
Wild Turkeys also show up at my place in Spring & Summer. I love watching them and learning from their behavior.
I feel like since I take from somewhere, I need to give back somewhere too.
Jim
Awesome story thanks for sharing and bout way I see it. I'm not into shooting pets but I'm not into collaring wild animals either plenty actual pets to collar.I've been supplementally feeding the deer around the house every day for 30+ years. I don't hunt here and don't allow anyone else to, though the land near mine gets hunted. Ten years ago, one of the Does I knew well was killed up by the road. Her 6 week old fawn was unharmed, but the doe fawn started getting picked on by older deer. One of her aunts looked after the fawn and allowed her to travel together with her fawn. Since the fawn only knew to trust me (her mother brought her at a young age), I'd let the young doe eat as much as she wanted out of the feed bucket. Most deer don't get within 40 feet (or 50 yards) of me, though a few will eat from my hand. (I called her Leila after a friend) She trusted me and got to where I could pull ticks off her ears and comb the mites off her with a flea comb. She's still a wild deer and goes wherever she wants, whenever she wants. Leila just knows that I will always offer safety and comfort at my place. I didn't put a collar on her because she's not mine.
Six years ago, Leila had a buck fawn in the back yard and brought him up to me when he was less than 2 hours old(!). Since fawns are born with no scent, I knew not to touch him, but I let him smell my hand so he'd know who I was. As he was sniffing me, I thought how cool it was that he'd know me longer than anything on the planet except his mother. The fact that Leila trusted her newborn fawn with me is also pretty exceptional. He'd hang out around the house (he had a favorite shady spot to bed near some rocks, so I called him Rocky) and he would wait for me to come home from work most days. He'd follow me around like a puppy as I watered the clover patch & fed the rest of the deer. He considered me part of the herd and started trying to spar with me when he grew older and got his first rack. I couldn't turn my back to him for fear of him trying to come at me. Shortly after he polished the velvet off his antlers, things changed. He didn't hang out as much and was late coming around to eat some days. I could tell by the look in his eyes and his behavior that he was about to leave. I saw less and less of him. One day in late September he stopped coming around and went to seek his own turf. I have no idea where he went or what became of him, but it sure was a blast being a part the first 17 months of that buck's life. I hope he reached maturity, ended up gracing someone's table, or better yet, ended up being someone's buck of a lifetime. I have some pictures of Rocky I'll add next week.
Wild Turkeys also show up at my place in Spring & Summer. I love watching them and learning from their behavior.
I feel like since I take from somewhere, I need to give back somewhere too.
Jim
Nice buck magnet to have aroundJust a follow up on "Daisy". Saturday morning going in to hunt a gasline, she stopped us in the road about 1/2 mile from where we were hunting. Took a few minutes to get around her. We drove on in and went to our blinds about 200 yards from the truck. Less than 5 minutes later my buddy heard something and guess who stuck her head in the blind? She spent all morning there laying around, eating corn, and getting head rubs.