Dang Deer

Wisconsin

If you live in Wisconsin, you deal with the deer. Crossing the road in front of you, making a nuisance of themselves. Having babies, both of them cross in front of you but you only kill the mother. The baby is left without a mom. Heart wrenching and sad but it happens all too often in Wisconsin.

Beautiful Animals

If you live in Wisconsin chances, are you are a deer hunter. Me, not so much. I cannot imagine killing one of them. To me they are beautiful, and I couldn’t shoot one any more than I could shoot my dog. For some it’s a sport, for some it’s the killing that they like. These types of hunters are the hunters I despise. They kill only to kill. They have no intention of keeping the meat for food. They just want to see the life go out of a deer’s eyes. It’s one thing to kill a deer to feed your family, it’s a totally different ball game if you kill it for your pleasure. You are a sick individual and shouldn’t be out in the woods with a gun.

There are deer that cross the road by our house, and some do not make it across. My husband Gary has had to move one with our tractor. The smell was so bad we couldn’t open our windows. The city or county used to have someone pick up dead deer but not so much anymore. 

Heading down the highway we see many who have perished by the roadside. Bloated with their legs sticking out doesn’t make for a pretty picture. Many of them are so mangled it’s hard to tell which is their front and which is their back. The only consultation is they most likely didn’t feel a thing. 

The deer in Wisconsin are tough. They have to be. It gets cold here. I think of them when it’s 40 below, wondering how they are doing and will they still be alive come morning. It’s a cruel world out there. Animals get the short end of the stick.

For many months the deer do not get a break from the relentless hunters. Seems like it’s always some season. Muzzleloader, gun, bow and arrow (the one I hate the most) and then muzzleloader again. It seems as if it’s never ending, and the deer population will surely fizzle out. But no, apparently there are many. I know, I know, it’s called population control. I wish it didn’t have to happen.

Babies Without Mothers

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The babies who are left without mothers leave me heartbroken. Many hunters care not what they shoot and will shoot a mother while the baby is standing near her. Cruelty is what I call it. I abhor hunting and I know I’m not alone with this thought. 

My husband used to hunt until he shot a deer, and the deer didn’t die right away. He had to approach her and finish her himself. Apparently, that bothered him so much he gave up hunting. To this day he still does not hunt.

I just love to watch them. They are so pretty with their big eyes and beautiful faces. Their babies are adorable, wobbly legs and all. Unsteady on their feet at first it doesn’t take them long to adjust.

As long as they stay away from my car, they will live to see another day. 

If you live In Wisconsin at some point in your life you will run across a deer. It’s a given. What choice you make at that time is up to you. Do you see a beautiful creature made by God? Or do you see dinner?

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I know what I choose.

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