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Bro was heading off the mountain and into town when he discovered a spike laying along the roadside, still but barely alive. Having discovered poached deer here in this area- no rifle hunting - before, he called and the PGC warden put the deer out of its misery, tagged it, offered it to my bro, and told him to gut it at home instead of near the road. In the past we were given a poached deer and asked to remove any bullets for evidence. Warden mentioned he couldnt find any bullet holes, and it seems that this year, there was an abundance of bucks found dead with no signs of being poached. It is a possibility that bucks literally ran themselves to death on some areas.

As bro gutted the little spike, the entrails would drop into the old Rubbermaid container underneath. Upon opening the hide on the stomach, he wanted to see what this little bugger was feeding upon. As he cut the stomach, as if a dam were broken, out came about 2 gallons of clear water, no stench at all, and at least 2 buckets of corn mostly undigested kernels. Very little green or brown. We were looking at proof of at least one deer, a yearling, that had died from acidosis. Nothing smelled, like a normal deer kill’s entrails. I took the heart and liver, and realized the liver was the only foul odor. We called the GC and reported our findings. Of course the housing area, totally wooded, Has a cbow target and corn piles virtually every block.

I have always supported a year round supplemental feeding, corn if you can go year round, as there are very few farms in this area.

Both my bro and I are having other thoughts about using corn after witnessing thus event. I can post a pic of the contents tomorrow, its certainly not pretty, if mods permit it, I will do so.

I had a buddy that lived in one that bordered State Forrest. He could literally walk out his back door and hunt on the S.F. His next door neighbor was an old lady that would feed the deer from a coffee can. She would walk out and rattle the can and the deer would come running. Whenever she would see him walking out with his bow she would yell “DON’T shoot MY deer!”

I told him he should take a coffee can out with him when he goes out to hunt, throw some pebbles in it, and “rattle” some deer in! ;-)

Remember it was still alive when the GW put him down. In fact its been in the garage hanging and I just started processing today:) We called and left a message about our discovery and the consumption of the critter to the GW. But we did have a thought about that too.