Hey T I can attest to hand to hand with a deer is not for the faint of heart.
Several years ago I was home on leave and got to go out deer hunting. Well it was pretty dang cold and after a while I had to get down and start moving around.
Just as I got on the ground I got slammed and hard. Kicked in the head, chest, stomach, and upper legs by a little four or six point. Apparently per my dad who was watching from down the fenceline I had just gotten between a doe and a buck who jumped the fence as I was climbing down.
I was so beat up they brought the tractor down to drag my carcass back to the house. Spent the rest of the day cruising the fields looking for the little bastage...no luck.
Recalling that has brought back some other memories of Sherpa Kurt that should be put down for posterity...
