The…*ahem*… ‘experts’ on the rod and gun forum are saying this is not a tear jerker case of “Bambi trying to snuggle up to his absent mommy”. It’s actually a case of the mother ordering her fawn to lay down and hide while the mother forages.
The fawns will lay down where they’re ordered to and THEY WILL NOT MOVE. Dad almost ran over one with the mower when he was bringing a hay crop in. It was laying down in the tall crop, shivering with fright. Pop stopped and shut everything down with the blades of the cutters mere inches away from the fawn. He got down off the tractor, clapping his hands and hooting like a gibbon and finally scared it up and away. It bolted over to a clump of trees 75 yards away and rejoined his mom. Pop probly had to wipe his ass afterward too! HAR!
I've come across a couple like that in my years of meandering thru haunted forests. They will literally lay there and not move at all. You could walk up and simply grab it if you wanted, although I never did. Figured the mom was around somewhere and that would be an ass-whooping I really didn't want.
ReplyDeleteA few years back, my dogs were barking their agitated heads off. So I grab my bike helmet with 2 head lights mounted to it, and my inertial projectile launcher and headed down the orchard road (logging trail) with dogs. We went to the bottom of the hill, 160 yds, didn't find or hear anything and headed back up. Well, the dogs trotted right off and left me in the dust (because I'm old and slow), so I leisurely meandered back up the hill scanning the sides of the road. What's that?! A snake? No, a Bambi. It's spotted pattern almost looked like a mountain rattler that we have in abundance around here. I approached it slowly from 8 feet away, I was right over it before I realized what my eyes were seeing. Then I got my ass out of there pronto so mom wouldn't abandon it. Fortunately my all smelling dogs totally missed it. I'm still amazed at how well it's camo worked when I was right over it, for seconds.
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