morning, my buddy Bo Warren and I were trolling for
stripers in the Chesapeake Bay. We were 1 mile
offshore in about 80 feet of water contemplating why
the fish weren't biting. We looked back to check
our gear and saw something odd in the water. Was it
a seal?? Can't be, we don't have seals around here.
On closer look, it turned out to be a buck deer
that was WAY off course He was desperate and barely
I've seen deer swim a river or bayou before. When
you see that, the first thing you notice is that
they are powerful swimmers. Their head and
shoulders are out of the water and they make
surprisingly good headway. This critter was just
keeping his nose up and looked like he'd been
swimming all night long. In fact, he was so warn
out that he swam toward the boat probably thinking
it looked enough like land to him. When he got
closer though, he wasn't sure what to make of the
two dudes on board, and backed off.
So, since the fish weren't biting, we thought we'd
give this buck a hand.
Turns out Bo grew up around cows and was really
handy with a bowline. He lassoed the deer on the
first try! Bo grabbed his neck, I grabbed the
flank, and we barreled over backwards into the boat.
Before I knew it, Bo was on top of him and had him
tied up just like a calf.
We hit the throttle and shuttled him to the closest
beach - Kent Point. I beached the boat and we
carefully unloaded the deer onto the sand. The
whole time we kept thinking he was going to kick the
snot out of us. He never did though; he was totally
spent. We untied him and jumped back. Too weak to
stand, he just sat there quivering. We even picked
him up again and put his feet underneath him, but he
still couldn't walk. Don't know if he made it or
not, but I think his chances were vastly im proved.
Hopefully he recovered after time. When you're out &
about, ya just never know..
Thanks to Don T., Troy, MI