I don't know anything about Lopes but I can catch white tail deer fawns all day long if I see them go down to hide. When I was a lot younger and stupider I caught them all the time to raise just for the hell of it.
Might work on antelope I don't know. I won't tell you how it is done on open forum but if you want to know PM me.
Guess I am just an old softy but I do love to watch the little things. Adults are a different deal but fawns. The sickest I think I ever was happened several years back. I was hay mowing a 50 acre meadow with a disc mower, they move pretty fast, and I killed three fawns. I cut their legs off and had to get down and cut their throats with a pocket knife. Made me sick but nothing I could do but stop cutting and that wasn't going to happen.
Guess I am just an old softy but I do love to watch the little things. Adults are a different deal but fawns. The sickest I think I ever was happened several years back. I was hay mowing a 50 acre meadow with a disc mower, they move pretty fast, and I killed three fawns. I cut their legs off and had to get down and cut their throats with a pocket knife. Made me sick but nothing I could do but stop cutting and that wasn't going to happen.
That sounds brutal... but you gotta do what you gotta do...
BCR Ive been there before. I Keep a .22 pistol on the tractor if i god forbid hit one. we've really tried to not mow while they're being drop'd havent hit one for a few year, and thats mowing 200+ acres of pasture/crp ground. Hitting a day or 2 old fawn will turn the toughest SOB into a sorrowful feller right quick.
I nearly stepped on an antelope fawn one year in SD. He got up and ran down the hill, and laid down under the only shade in that whole section of ground, a weed about 3 1/2' tall out in the prairie dog patch.
We gathered up our gear and moved over the hill to a different spot, so we wouldn't bother the little tyke any further, and to let momma come get it if she chose to. Cute little rascal, but it scared about five years off my life when it jumped up at my feet in some tall grass.
You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.
this little guy showed up with its mamma. she has been around since she was a fan also. this guy climbed all over and under my sawmill, lumber pile and then checked out my woodshed project. really was fascinated with my Honda. the doe shows up with her current fawn each year.
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