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What would you do

historicalarms

Ultra Member
This is so far "off topic" but here goes.

mid afternoon yesterday the wife & I were enjoying a movie she had streaming when i looked outside and saw about a dozen deer ( all does or this yrs fawns that have grown up) had entered the yard about 150 yrds from the house and were milling about and feeding on the Canola stubble still visible above the snow we have, something we se on a very regular basis in our yard. They fed for 1/2 hr were I could see them from my chair and then wondered off unconcerned about anything but life.
over an hour later i catch a bit of movement in my eye out where the deer were and another comes out of the tree line that surrounds our yard. This time it is a big buck that would have garnered a lot of interest during the hunting season that is now a month over.
The other thing instantly noticeable about this guy is that he has a VERY pronounced limp to one of his back legs...he is over an hour behind his girlfriends and is having considerable trouble just ambling along even. After watching the poor old guy for 10 minutes the thought crossed my mind that I should put him out of his misery ( his leg appeared to be broke high hip area, he couldnt put any weight on it at all)...but I didnt....now I am conflicted with the notion that I may have condemned that animal to a slow agonizing death when january cold & snow depth freeze & starve him.
The legality of the situation is that if I pull the trigger on that animal after the govt sanctioned hunting season expires I am liable to upward of a ten grand fine in todays courts.....should that animal suffer the rest of his days over a legality issue. I can legally kill any coyote, cougar , wolf or bear on my property that enters it year round but I cant end the suffering of another animal.
What would you have done or should I do if that animal shows again, I wont be surprised if it does as it aint going very far very fast.
 
What would you have done or should I do if that animal shows again, I wont be surprised if it does as it aint going very far very fast.

We had a really nice buck in the same condition 4 and 3 years ago. If I can find a photo I'll add it. I called it peg leg. It's rear leg was broken at the hock. It limped really badly because the bottom of his leg flopped around like a stick on a string.

It somehow knew it was safe in my yard. It took to sleeping behind my pond under a white pine. We could see it sleeping there every day through my spotting scope. I put grain corn out for it and left it alone other than to check on it. When summer came, it disappeared. That fall it was back but in much better condition. The bottom of his leg had fallen off, and sometimes he even walked on the stump. It stayed that second winter in the yard but disappeared for the deer season. Somehow it knew when the season was over and was back. It disappeared again come the following summer and we never saw it again. I'm pretty sure it was just fine.

As some may know, all deer eventually die of starvation at 7 or 8 years because their teeth wear out. I'd guess he was. 6 or 7 when we first saw him so there is a good chance he made it to his natural death.

I freely tell folks that I am a hunter, a fisherman, an outdoorsman, and a conservationist. I was bothered by the same thoughts as you, and like you I decided not to shoot that deer because it wasn't dying despite the broken leg. I've seen enough animals die to know when that time is coming. It just wasn't his time. I have no regrets about doing that. I'd do the same thing if it happens like that again. But if the deer stopped moving around and was clearly dying, I would have called the ministry and asked for permission to shoot him.

I've since talked to the ministry about him, and they told me I did the right thing.

I think you did the right thing too.
 
Them kind of things are hard to call @historicalarms, can depend on the warden and where you are. One of the guys I worked with had to put a car hit deer down with a pick on the side of the road as many drove by. Apparently, the looks some gave were a “bit” shocked, but no one stopped to help. More then just a broke leg.
 
Yes. Spring or fall doesn't mater to me. I have fruit and berry bushes to protect from predators. Last year the deer ate down my apricot tree and it spent all summer trying to recuperate.
I have good neigbours

The worst predator on my farm are Boat Tail Grackles. Every spring after planting, they dig up my seeds. Then they pull out the shoots and pull off the seeds. When the roots get too strong, they excavate beside the plant to get at the seed, and the young plants fall over and die. They typically start on a row of crop and collect seeds one after another until their crop is full, then they fly to their nests a mile or two away to feed their young, then back to fill their crops again. Every seed taken is an ear or two of corn harvest lost. So it adds up rapidly. Ground hogs are next cuz they eat the young plants. But they only eat till their own belly is full.

Deer, Blue Jay's, Crows, and Rabbits are way down the list because they go after the crop where crop = crop.

Unlike you, most of my neighbours are city folk who moved to the country to play with all Walt Disney's friends - thumper, bandit, bambi, and tweety bird. I'm the bad guy. Any sign of a gun and they are on the phone to the authorities or in my face. You can't tell them that there is no old age home for wildlife or that the steak they bought at the grocery store was Brownie a short bit earlier. Totally stupid.
 
Unlike you, most of my neighbours are city folk who moved to the country to play with all Walt Disney's friends - thumper, bandit, bambi, and tweety bird. I'm the bad guy. Any sign of a gun and they are on the phone to the authorities or in my face. You can't tell them that there is no old age home for wildlife or that the steak they bought at the grocery store was Brownie a short bit earlier. Totally stupid.

I am so glad where I grew up country was country, none of that nonsense. Now I live in spot with the highest concentration of Citiots and Raccoons in the country. You can't even trap and relocate. I feel like an extra in Idiocracy II
 
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In my late teens I remember reading a short story by Jon Redfern, a Canadian author about a pair of friends going for a hike or climb in the mountains. They came upon an injured animal, which IIRC was a bird, but it may have been another small critter.

The more mature friend gently took the animal and snapped its neck. When the younger friend inquired why the older one did that the older one replied that it was an act of mercy. Later in the story the older fellow falls from a height. His injured companion climbs down to the ledge that his friend has fallen to.

When he arrives at the side of his clearly paralyzed friend, the friend tells him something like I don't want to live like this... so the younger fellow pushes him over the edge of the cliff.

I'll gladly sign up for MAID when the time comes, and the only hesitancy I'd have is dropping a carcass on my property close to the house. Got to give the scavengers some privacy after all
 
In my late teens I remember reading a short story by Jon Redfern, a Canadian author about a pair of friends going for a hike or climb in the mountains. They came upon an injured animal, which IIRC was a bird, but it may have been another small critter.

The more mature friend gently took the animal and snapped its neck. When the younger friend inquired why the older one did that the older one replied that it was an act of mercy. Later in the story the older fellow falls from a height. His injured companion climbs down to the ledge that his friend has fallen to.

When he arrives at the side of his clearly paralyzed friend, the friend tells him something like I don't want to live like this... so the younger fellow pushes him over the edge of the cliff.

I'll gladly sign up for MAID when the time comes, and the only hesitancy I'd have is dropping a carcass on my property close to the house. Got to give the scavengers some privacy after all
MAID only helps with some things. If it happens to be dementia or Alzheimer's, I think you're on your own. You can't give advance consent and it's too late once it really takes hold. I've got a deal with a friend that when it's time, we'll go ice fishing but drill a much bigger hole in the ice.
I hate ice fishing.
 
MAID only helps with some things. If it happens to be dementia or Alzheimer's, I think you're on your own. You can't give advance consent and it's too late once it really takes hold. I've got a deal with a friend that when it's time, we'll go ice fishing but drill a much bigger hole in the ice.
I hate ice fishing.
I hear you. That is my greatest criticism of the legislation.

I used to say before maid that if they didn't pass it I'd take matters into my own hands and choose the TTC, friday rush hour leap outwards over line 1 just in front of a train. But maybe line 2 would be just as much a pain for commuters.

Still trying to figure out a suitable response to the current failures of maid legislation...

NOTE: I hate the cold, and the idea of struggling for breath, so please no one push me thru a hole in the ice.
CO poisoning, or a nice narcotic nap in front of a fireplace will do fine
 
Life is very complicated and dying is even more complicated. I've been through it twice now in the last 5 years.

About the best you can do in advance is to have a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate). In Ontario, you can choose MAID but only if your mind is still good. You cannot choose MAID if you have dementia. And your power of attorney (if you have one) can't do it for you either.

@TorontoBuilder - I thought for sure the guy arriving would push the other guy off the cliff even if the other guy begged to be saved.
 
Life is very complicated and dying is even more complicated. I've been through it twice now in the last 5 years.

About the best you can do in advance is to have a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate). In Ontario, you can choose MAID but only if your mind is still good. You cannot choose MAID if you have dementia. And your power of attorney (if you have one) can't do it for you either.

@TorontoBuilder - I thought for sure the guy arriving would push the other guy off the cliff even if the other guy begged to be saved.
nah that was the guy who fell.

the other guys just learned about the concept of mercy killing. They may have been a lot younger, I just dont recall. I read that story well over 4 decades ago. The theme stayed with me, the precise storyline not so much.

Our system will happily spend tens of thousands of dollars to rescue the person off the ledge, then hundreds of thousands more in medical treatment without ever asking the person for their consent. All traced back to religious based morality
 
NOTE: I hate the cold, and the idea of struggling for breath, so please no one push me thru a hole in the ice.
CO poisoning, or a nice narcotic nap in front of a fireplace will do fine
Part of the joke with my friend is that both of us think ice fishing is a terrible hobby, at least the way it was 50 years ago.
A five gallon pail full of tackle and coffee in one hand and an auger in the other. Park at the top of the hill. Carry all the shit downhill to the ice and then out onto the ice in a 30 mph wind at 20 below. Spend as long as you can stand it catching no fish, then packup and carry it all uphill back to the truck. Go home and lie to everyone that you had a good time. FFS.
Now everyone drives the 4x4 or 45,000 dollar quad with tracks out to the 1200 square foot shack with a furnace and a lazy boy and a big screen tv hooked to the Starlink dish on top and spends the afternoon wishing they hadn't worn quite so many layers of Cabela's camo long johns.
Maybe I'm just jealous.
I think Nitrogen is the gas of choice now.
 
Our system will happily spend tens of thousands of dollars to rescue the person off the ledge, then hundreds of thousands more in medical treatment without ever asking the person for their consent. All traced back to religious based morality

Ya but.......

They won't spend anything on anyone I China - except the party boss. And they don't ask for consent on anything either. Religion is illegal.

I infinitely prefer our way.
 
Part of the joke with my friend is that both of us think ice fishing is a terrible hobby, at least the way it was 50 years ago.
A five gallon pail full of tackle and coffee in one hand and an auger in the other. Park at the top of the hill. Carry all the shit downhill to the ice and then out onto the ice in a 30 mph wind at 20 below. Spend as long as you can stand it catching no fish, then packup and carry it all uphill back to the truck. Go home and lie to everyone that you had a good time. FFS.
Now everyone drives the 4x4 or 45,000 dollar quad with tracks out to the 1200 square foot shack with a furnace and a lazy boy and a big screen tv hooked to the Starlink dish on top and spends the afternoon wishing they hadn't worn quite so many layers of Cabela's camo long johns.
Maybe I'm just jealous.
I think Nitrogen is the gas of choice now.
I went ice fishing in SK once. it was clear beautiful day and about -40. To reiterate I went just the once.

I used to go in ON all the time.

Yes, but I don't have nitrogen any more, not since I stopped making stout and nitro coffee. I'll always have a CO source. Sadly no one will write a script for lethal narcotic dose for either maid nor the apocalypse.
 
I'm pretty sure lethal narcotics are pretty easy to find these days.
Most any street corner or alley should do the trick.

I dont want tainted crap... from criminals. I want pharmaceutical grade goodness from an MD. hell the govt should distribute a supply rather than sending me potassium iodide
 
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