There was a cover story in Time a short time ago that was talking about the menace of deer,etc. It looks like the left-wing media has decided it is okay to kill Bambi. Duh!
I live on the north side of Cincinnati and there are more deer in my suburban neighborhood than at the farm. We had a 16 pointer hanging out up the street all through season chasing does back and forth across the road. There's a herd that comes through quite regularly with a large portion of them piebald, including as 12 point piebald buck.
2012? I went buckless at the farm, but my neighbor managed to get a 10 pointer. He caught his rack her close-line and broke his neck. I came over and gutted it for her.
Last summer, I was coming home on around sundown on a muggy summer evening. I went down to the mailbox, and there was a herd of them over across the street. My latest issue of D&DH had just arrived. I shook it at them menacingly, and they hardly noticed. A few days later, they were at the living room window munching on KYHillChick's Hostis plants. The A/C unit, just a few feet away, kicked on and they did not so much as flinch. The other day, I came home and there were two doe eating at our front door. I let the dogs out, they ran out, climbed in the truck and missed the deer completely. The deer got jittery and only then did they all realize there was nothing but the side of the truck between them. The dogs acted like it was nothing special, and the deer just sauntered off. The other day, I found a fresh late season rub on the hemlock next to my bedroom window. Some day, I swear I'm going to come home and have a buck sipping my scotch out on the back porch.
The best? One morning my dad (lived over on the next street) woke up and found a big 12 pointer staring at him through the bedroom window. Dad waved his arms and the buck walked over to the neighbors. It was Christmas time, and the neighbors had their christmas lights up. The buck raked his antlers over the bushes and caught a string in his tines. He panicked and went running up the road. For a brief time, the extension cord held so the buck had a lighted string on his rack.
A number of years ago I was at a neighbor's cocktail party and everyone was carping about the deer. I was the resident expert so they asked me what to do. I knew the hostess, and she'd grown up down near Chatanooga. Down there, everyone gets involved with The Opener. The town square has a big picnic, and around noon all the hunters come in and make a party of it. I suggest we all do the same, except we all go after them in a big drive armed with baseball bats-- one day a year, every man woman and child-- and by noon the problem would be solved. The hostess was laughing so hard she nearly split something, as the rest reacted in disgust like I was some sort of troglodyte (which I am). There was one creepy Ophthalmological Surgeon though that likes to operate on his own kids. He took me serious and thought the idea was cool. I think his wife made him leave early.