Years ago, before the DNR caved and let people shoot them, a pack of them backed my elderly dad down a ridge.
He went 300 yards, backwards, over treacherous, rocky ground until he got to his truck and grabbed a rifle.
As soon as they saw the gun, they _took off_.
They intended to grab him.
When they first came here in the early 90s, they stood by cows and ewes, waiting for the babies being born and ate them while they were still in the placentas.
Farmers were livid but they were protected, having been imported to deal with over population of deer, which they totally ignored in favor of livestock and pets.
Some waited for the go ahead to legally shoot them, others didn’t.
I was only very lucky that my ridiculous fence kept them away from my dogs and goats.
Where do you and your dad live?
“Years ago, before the DNR caved and let people shoot them, a pack of them backed my elderly dad down a ridge.
He went 300 yards, backwards, over treacherous, rocky ground until he got to his truck and grabbed a rifle.
As soon as they saw the gun, they _took off_.”