This particular cardio-venture, launched by a nasty case of peanut M&Ms (remember I am fan of chocolate and peanuts / peanut butter) and a Wendy's chocolate Frosty, landed me at what I lovingly refer to as the "Path".
The "Path" is about a 2.5 mile track (a term I use very loosely) that wraps around a local lake. It is very rural, made of gravel, only about 5 feet wide, fairly twisty / hilly, and you rarely see another individual using it for anything other than fishing, when the season permits. Here are couple of pictures so you "city folk" can visualize it a bit better.
As is my ritual, I plugged the earbuds into my iPhone and began my guilt-ridden journey. It could not have been more than 1/2 mile later, as I rounded a pretty sharp "S" curve, I came darn near nose to nose with a full-grown deer.
Needless to say I stopped dead in my tracks, gravel shooting out in front of me which startled the deer very little. We both stood there for what seemed like an hour (more like 60 seconds in realtime), neither of us really sure what to think of the other.
Sidenote: Am I the only one who's heard stories about deer stomping, mauling and just flat running over people?
OK, I maybe I'm exaggerating a little but I saw crazy in that deer's eyes!
I finally thought we'd bonded enough, and managed to get her to scamper off with a statement that is usually reserved for stray dogs, "You get'on outta here!". Which oddly enough I usually say in jest, because my father used to yell that at any dog that dared to venture onto his property. Hmmm...we'll delve into that at another time maybe.
So mission accomplished! The deer was retreating (just give me that much) AND I had managed to get the ol' heart pumpin'. Admittedly, I laughed out loud a couple times at myself during the remainder of my time on the "Path".
Since I seem to be a fan of placing a moral to the story, I think this one may be; Deer are the most fierce killers in the animal kingdom, and are not to be trifled with.
Or something - Got a better one? I'd love to hear it!
1 - I have no idea how you found that particular YT clip. And I don't wanna know. But I'm glad you found it.
ReplyDelete2 - I always love when tards get mauled, injured, mutilated, humiliated, abused, arrested, etc. as their buddy keeps the camera rolling while snickering like a high school girl.
3 - I wonder if the deer sensed a salt lick in the fat guy's arm pit.
4 - You get on outta here! has GOT to be the best bluff line of all time for animals. Works in almost every instance.
OK, I almost choked on my beverage when I read the "salt lick" comment. Classic!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed the clip, figured it was appropriate seeing as how that almost happened to me...FOR REALS!
My deer was much larger though, for the record. Well, that actually might be hard to say seeing as how the scale could be skewed. I could've taken it though, that lady deer didn't have the "guns" for it :)
how about this moral...
ReplyDeletePansies should stay in the yard and not venture into the wild.
Careful, that knife cuts both ways. I seem to remember a certain good buddy of mine deciding to walk back from the cabins late one night and getting lost. Not to mention the fact that I just happened to be the one that saved that good buddy from certain death (or at least real bad blisters). I don't recall you saving me from a vicious, rabid deer that dreadful afternoon.
ReplyDeleteMy half drunk ass got lost in the vast dark wilderness for an hour, i didn't get traumatized by bambi. Two situations that are not comparable.
ReplyDeleteWell I think that is open to interpretation really...Just because you stumbled out the door in an alcohol induced stupor and couldn't find your way across the street?
ReplyDeleteThat really can't hold a candle to the fact that I was about devoured by a razor-hooved beast in the middle of the forrest.