Yesterday I ran across this story of an upside down 14 point buck in the rocks. There are pictures of the buck in this situation. Look at the rack in the last picture.
Personal or news stories go in this thread if you have them.
This is from two years ago. I was disappointed he didn’t take nice pictures of it. There is one picture of a leg with two apendages.
Man kills 7-legged deer
I remember that 7-legged one,** HD**. Weird.
Here’s one from the other day: jogger hit by deer. Ouch!
One of my best friends just got back from an unsuccessful deer hunt. He was in some light brush at the edge of a clearing where he’d scouted lots of tracks the afternoon before. He’d been in position for a couple of hours and hadn’t seen anything. He was considering packing it in for a new location when he heard a rustle behind him.
He turned around and saw a whitetail buck with a smallish rack standing about six feet behind him. The buck took off when my friend startled and beelined through into the woods long before my friend could recover and get the rifle up.
Only deer he saw in person the whole trip that wasn’t beside the road when he was driving to or from the cabin.
My neighbors hunt here in NC; I expect this weekend will be pretty loud and active.
A couple of years ago, neighbor William was out and hunting at dawn: I could hear his dogs running a deer all over the woods. Got up, and looked at the pond across the road. There was a big Something floating, couldn’t tell what, so got dressed and went out to look. The deer had been shot, bled out, and jumped in the pond. William drove his truck up and I asked him if he needed any help. “Naw”, meaning he didn’t need a Girl to help.
He went back to his truck, got a fishing pole, and cast out, finally hooking the deer. I couldn’t see how he could haul the deer out without the line breaking, but he was patient. Reeled a little, waited for the carcass to float towards him, reeled a little, etc, until it was near shore, then waded out and dragged it up.
“You sure you don’t need some help, I’m fine with it.”
“Naw, that’s OK, M’am, thanks”
He grabbed the soaking wet deer, yanked it up halfway on his back, and walked it over to his pickup to take home.
I was really impressed; William is a fairly small guy. We now joke about how he’s the master of Deer Fishing.
Last year a friend of ours got two bucks within a week of each other…with his truck.
Both times the buck ( button bucks) was killed and there was no damage to his truck.
It was out of season; in July, I hit a deer. With an ambulance. On the way to a heart attack call.
Some years ago my brother was out deer hunting with a bunch of friends. One of them spotted two bucks in a clearing; he picked one of them and made a clean shot, figuring that the other would run off immediately. Instead it just stood there, apparently totally oblivious to the sound of the rifle and the fact that his companion had just dropped dead. After a moment my brother’s friend shot the second deer, figuring that if nothing else he was increasing the average intelligence of the deer population in Wisconsin.
Not a hunt story, but my son was roadie-ing for a friend a couple weeks ago and they hit a deer. Smashed up the van pretty bad. The cops had to shoot the deer because the impact didn’t kill him. 
So did you strap the deer on the hood, or was there room for both patient and carcass in the back? 
Years ago, some of my relatives were walking through a field to flush a deer out into the open; the grasses/corn/whatever was still there was too thick to spot and shoot the deer reliably through. The deer either panicked and went the wrong way, or figured out their trick, and instead of running from the humans went towards their line. A cousin of mine heard rustling get rapidly closer, then boom, got knocked down by the deer running the opposite direction. (I think it was a glancing collision, like a shoulder-to-shoulder thing.) I like to tell people a deer attempted revenge by running over a person.
I like the stories. Keep them coming.
Deer in a tree (with pic) via one of the previous links Top News, Latest headlines, Latest News, World News & U.S News - UPI.com
My husband still remembers when he was hunting bucks. Either does were out of season or he’d run out of doe tags. At any rate, he was walking through the woods, rifle at the ready, and came upon a plump, beautiful doe. According to him, she was eating, and continued to chew while she stared at him. Finally, she waggled her ears at him, as if to say “YOU can’t touch me!” and wandered off. He was still mad about it when he got home…he prefers doe meat.
DH has been after me to tell this story to my hunter coworkers; this will have to do. 
Many, many, many moons ago, DH and his buddy were on their way to work in the pre-dawn hours. They were driving down the road when they came across a recently hit-by-a-car-and-killed deer (no, I have no idea how they discerned this). DH’s buddy felt that it would only be fair to the poor creature to actually put it to good use, so he convinced DH to help him put the carcass in the back of the truck and he’d bleed it once they got to work.
By the time they arrived, however, the buddy realized the folly of his plan, and had come up with a much better idea. He and DH managed to rope up the carcass and lift it, unnoticed (remember- pre-dawn), onto the roof of the building where they worked. They left the body just out of sight next to a skylight, and clocked in right on time for their shift.
Now, DH can be a bear-of-very-little-brain sometimes, and I believe him when he says in the ensuing hours he completely forgot about what they’d done.
Halfway through the shift, DH was in the room with the skylight when he heard a tap-tap-tap noise. He didn’t really think anything of it; just keep working. Then again- tap-tap-tap. One of the clients that DH was working with noticed that DH was looking around for the source of the noise, and commented that the tapping was coming from all the lovely birds that were sitting on the skylight. Realization dawned, and DH (and several other clients) looked up toward the skylight.
Buzzards. Lots of buzzards. Some obviously were out-of-sight working on their unexpected lunch, but lots more were tapping on the skylight, looking down into the common/entertainment area of…
[spoiler]A nursing home. :eek:
Complete silence, before one of the clients said “Hey Bob- ride’s here!” [/spoiler]
DH had to back quickly out of the room before he completely lost it.
Just one in a seemingly unending line of reasons why DH booked an express ticket to hell a long time ago.
I can’t help myself.
D’oh! A deer; a female deer.
Not a deer story, but a moose story.
This needs a bump up for more stories after this weekend.
Another Moose story from Woody Allen ca. 1955
(YouTube link with sound - SFW)
I was up in Northern NH hunting a week or so ago, and on the last day of my trip, within a few minutes of dusk, was standing up on a tree stump, hoping that my buddy would scare the deer he had been tracking all day towards me. Instead, I saw a very large cow moose trot along about 100yds out, then turn right, and trot another 100yds so it was again inline with me. I hit my buck call, (simulates a male deer’s grunt), and of course it started trotting directly at me.
My first thought was “Perhaps that wasn’t my best idea…” but thankfully, it wandered past about 20 yards away, and didn’t bother me at all.
Typical, I’m out deer hunting, I see moose (out of season, no tag anyway). I’m out moose hunting, and see deer (and don’t have the right weapon for it. I was carrying a .30-06 moose hunting years ago, which occurs during archery season for deer. The bow was back in the car.)
Back when I lived in Aptos(near Santa Cruz, Ca), I would often run in the wilderness parks. One Saturday, as I was running on the fire road, I saw a fawn peeking out of the brush. I came to a stop to watch and the fawn then stepped out on the road and started walking towards me. I froze, not wanting to spook it when Mom deer came out.
Interesting situation, do I risk a charge by frightening the fawn or by staying still and allowing the fawn to get closer(which it was doing.)? I stayed still, the fawn approached to within about 10 feet when the doe came over, got between me and her fawn and started herding the fawn back to the brush.
The doe came close enough that I could have touched her. After the deer had disappeared, I turned to resume my run only to discover that all traffic, both foot and vehicular, had come to a stop during the encounter.