few years ago I was shooting my bow when this deer walked up to me. I scratched him behind the ears - got him some water and spent a few minutes talking to him in a low quiet voice. Took some pictures and eventually I started to shoot my bow while he watched. He walked away and I never saw him again but he had a white spot in his hooves - to this day I still look at a bucks hooves before I shoot when I hunt the neighborhood
me and uncle barry caught a buck one time and saved him from sure death in slush ice.
years earlier I pulled off the NJ Parkway when I saw a deer flayling I ran to it grabbed it and unpopped it off the top of a fence - it had metal just inside the skin and wasn't hurt (yet) but couldn't get off.
one time I walked in on some dogs who ran a doe during turkey season. I shot 2 of the dogs - another ran away - I thought the doe was going to fall over and went to catch her - she steadied and walked off.
another time I came up on a buck who was stuck in a lake at the bottom of a shear cliff and he was fading - front hooves just scraping at the rocks getting zero traction. I idled over spoke softly and grabbed his antler firmly - he instantly relaxed (I think he thought it was game over) I throttled slightly and dragged him 2/3rds a mile across the lake - as soon as his back legs touched sand he regained control and bolted from my grip as is shot out of a cannon.
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