. One day we were getting back to the ranch and I heard squealing. There was an about weaner sized deer caught between the pickets. I pulled him out and asked Dad to take my picture with the thing. I knew he would strike, so I was holding his front end up away from me.
He reached around to bite me! I didnít know deer bite, so I kind of set his front down to get a better hold and that sucker kicked me!! I had something like chinks on I think, and he still cut my leg! Lol. Who knew?
Am I not your own donkey, which you have always ridden, to this day? Have I been in the habit of doing this to you? - Balaamís Donkey