Ever roped a deer?

[Tim_T]

A few years ago we were a victim of mailbox baseball and my wife was really upset. I told her no big deal, it was payback from my youth.

When I was about 14 or 15 there was a crotchety old man that lived near us. He would always make comments to us while we were waling downt the atreet. He lived at the end of his street and it litterally ended at his driveway were he had a big cattle gate at the entrance to his driveway. One halloween, we took a chain and a pad lock and locked his gate from the outside....my guess is he was a little late to work the next morning.

[Bobby Headrick]

Growing up redneck, could be a song there, I am a musican Mark, so lets put a tune together and make some MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$, seriously. We can sell it in Nashville or at least trade it to Casey Ashley for some good baits and rods and such. LOL. Might have to steal your title but will give you credit. But it is a catchy line. Born in the country down in the south had to learn to shoot and to fish to put food in our mouths.la la la la da da da, etc etc.

[Tim_T]

Growing up redneck, could be a song there, I am a musican Mark, so lets put a tune together and make some MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$, seriously. We can sell it in Nashville or at least trade it to Casey Ashley for some good baits and rods and such. LOL. Might have to steal your title but will give you credit. But it is a catchy line. Born in the country down in the south had to learn to shoot and to fish to put food in our mouths.la la la la da da da, etc etc.

Can it be to the tune of "Play that funky music whiteboy?"
LOL

[Devils Horse]

I don't care where it came from, that is a hilarious story. Definitely falls into that 'heymanwachis' category.

[bassin_bug]

I know a couple of tales about deer and both are true. My cousin, George, was fishing in the Tombigbee river, a transportation waterway, where huge tugboats push barges. Their engines are so powerful (4,200 h/p) they make large wakes and churn the river to the bottom.

George was driving a small, aluminum, flat bottom Cajun boat when he spotted a huge buck swimming across the river. He tied one end of a rope to the boat and the other end around the deer's horns, planning tow it to shore where he would slit its throat with his knife, and dress it after he got home. About the time he got the rope on the deer, a tugboat came by, scared the deer and it jumped into the boat with George. It started slashing at his head with its feet, pawing and tearing the boat to pieces. He knocked George out of the boat, leaving the deer to do the driving.

Finally it jumped overboard, boat in tow, and somehow made it to shore. By then George had also made it to shore but in a different place. He started running down the bank to get the boat, scared the deer again, and it dragged his boat up the bank with it on one side of a tree and the deer on the other side and the rope still tied to both. George was so beaten up by the deer, and tired from swimming in heavy waves that he decided to cut the rope and let the deer go. Every time he got close to the rope the deer charged again. He finally got behind the overturned boat, cut the rope, and went home with nothing to show for his day except a cut up, bruised, battered body, a bent up boat, no fish and no deer.
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The other story is about a drunk, a fat buck on the loose, and Mike.

My son, Mike, raised a fawn whose mother was killed by a truck. He got a special permit from the State Wildlife authorities to raise it and it was as tame as a puppy. He fed it well and it grew into a fat, sleek, buck with 12-point antlers; a trophy buck by anyones standards.

One day a neighbor stopped and told Mike that his pet deer had escaped its pen and was grazing down by the road. He took its collar and a rope and walked down there to bring him home.

As he is walking up the side of the road, leading the deer back to the house, a drunk came by and stopped. "Izzat a deer?" he asked. Mike is something of a prankster with a great sense of humor so he said, "No, I was just taking my coon hound out for a walk." The drunk said, "****, I ain't never seen such horns on a dog like that."