Zone 16 Rainbow Trout Limit Question

[Twocoda]

im cool with two....but i was never cool with 5 ...i used to drive three to four hours to catch them when it was 5 but always brought two home...even though i would catch alot more then 5...yes its cheaper to go to Zehrs and buy them but for me its a great passion/hobby/pass time that every now and again puts some bragging rights on the table to eat...

[StoneFly]

Lassoing a deer reminds me of this story

 

 

... Names have been removed to protect the stupid!

 

Actual Letter from someone who farms in Kansas.

 

 

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall,

feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The

first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since

they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear

of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and

sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4

feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and

toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and

transport it home.

 

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The

cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were

not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up --

3 of them.

 

I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder,

and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.

 

I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a

good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell

it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

 

I took a step towards it... it took a step away. I put a little tension on

the rope and received an education.

 

The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there

looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when

you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.

 

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT

stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I

could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance.

 

That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling

it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and

started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a

deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined.

 

The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals.

 

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me

off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes

to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing

out of the big gash in my head.

 

At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to

get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let

it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and

painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and

that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess

that the feeling was mutual.

 

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had

cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various

large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think

clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared

some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I

didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get

it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had

set before hand... kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there

and started moving up so I could get my rope back.

 

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would

have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when

I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of

my wrist.

 

Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they

just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head --

almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

 

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and

draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was

ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several

minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a

deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it.

 

While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up

with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

 

That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer

will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back

feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are

surprisingly sharp.

 

I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse -- ;

strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best

thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move

towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you

can escape.

 

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would

not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy.

 

I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.

 

The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse

that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in

the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all,

besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I

turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me

down.

 

Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately

leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What

they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are

laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

 

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

 

 

Sorry for the hijack, but the story is too funny not to share

 

 

ROTFLMAO,...that was hilarious. See I said it would be challenging didnt I? LOLOOLOLOLOLOL thanks for that. So what about a moose? lol