Not that this is a hunting story, I wish I'd have had a gun so I could end it, but I didn't think it was worth a thread. Kind of an interesting story.
Anyway, I started the pivot today and was cleaning the nozzles when I look out and see this doe laying down in my wheat. I
HATE deer. Hate them. A lot. And all the bastards around my field there are tame as hell. They piss me off. Infinitely. So I sicked Chief dog on it. I figured he needed to run some.
Well, it turns out I'm an ass. Apparently this deer had been hit (I saw some headlight shards on the road and didn't think anything about it) and was all broken up. So Chief dog chases it down the field some and I can see it's back leg just flopping around, and it's front one on that side is pretty screwed up too. Eventually it couldn't take the pain any more and laid down. I didn't have a gun, so I guess the coyotes are going to have to have it. I really need to get a gun into my pickup. I guess at least it doesn't have antlers to ruin (more) tires.
I did feel bad for it. I'm a cold hearted bastard, but I wish I had a gun to put it down.
Here is chief dog giving it hell.
Here you can see his back leg doing a whole lot of not a damn thing. I had to zoom in and crop it quite a bit. I wasn't keeping up in my rubber boots.
