If you'd have run across the young baby deer last year on my property that I did? You'd have puked on the spot.
It appeared to have been at most, only about a week old. I had been hearing gunshots out there in the hills for days previous to finding it, but I couldn't locate any vehicles to report. Things echo around here, so it was even too hard to get a bead on where the gunshots where coming from. There were no sounds of dogs barking, so I already knew they weren't coon hunting out there.
So I was only left to assume that some testosterone filled, great white hunter out there had shot and killed it's mother, leaving that little thing to fend for itself. And of course, it was much too small to do so. It was just hours dead when I found it. The buzzards had just located it before I did. I followed the buzzards flight and landings, knowing that something was dead down there.. Little did I know that it would be such a heartbreaking scene.
Finding it's tiny little body on my property did two things to me:
It made me sick to my stomach knowing it had been out there and I didn't know about it so I could have helped it.
It made me hate poachers even worse then I ever have before.
Responsible hunters are becoming very few in my part of Kentucky but I respect the licensed hunters because they obey the laws, they eat what they kill, etc. They don't come up on private property at any time.
These illegal hunters who are nothing short of murderous jack asses that don't respect nature? Not a bit of respect from me. They can all rot in hell. All they want to do is KILL so they can drag the corpse into town and then brag to their buddies "Looky here! I got me one, boys"....
(Can't you just hear those Busch lite beer cans snapping open over that mother deers dead carcass right now, all while her baby was out in the woods alone and starving? I picture that as they were probably patting 'the great white hunter' on the back for his 'hunting skill')??
With great joy, I'd de-nut that man in a heartbeat if I could ever find him.
I still mourn that poor little baby deer, dead just about 100 feet from my front door. I'll never get over the sight. It hurts me to type this story.