PhantomTweak wrote:ts not such a big deal here I guess (I only killed twelve does and no bucks all summer) but my neighbors who farm big acerage (7500+) shot 714 in one field two years ago, and then had to leave em in the field.
Biggest problem is that we've killed off the deer's predators, so they can reproduce unhindered. And so they do. Thus leading to a degradation of the species overall, weaklings surviving, the sick, lame, and lazy...
If we quit killing the predators and accept a very few (very) minor herd losses of "our" cattle and so on, the deer populations will drop dramatically. But until we can convince the farmers of cattle (etc) that wolves and catamounts (cougars if you prefer) are really there for a GOOD purpose, not just to decimate THEIR herd, they will continue, and you neighbors will kill off a few hundred deer each year. And let them rot, for whatever political reason THAT'S being done.
Nope. Deer populations have exploded because they don't have to forage for food in the wild anymore. Every year there is another record grain harvest, and the deer stand in my field and eat my beans and corn and alfafa instead of digging for acorns or hickory nuts. The deer are there because they eat the food I grow to sell. Last year they ate $45 million worth of crops in TN. So I don't feel bad for getting them out of my field.
We have far more predators now than even ten years ago. My grandfather was a fox houndsman. He kept Walker hounds and raced foxes all over "the country" as he called the area where we live. When he started doing this, in the late 40's, there were no deer here. None. About 1965 they released 20 or 30 in the mountains 50 miles south of here, and that's where all the deer here came from. By '68, his dogs were breaking off foxes to chase deer. About '70, the coyotes also came into the area. They pushed the fox out for a while, and whipped Walker hounds. Big coyotes, interbred with the last red wolves. My pawpaw went to Texas and bought dogs to run coyotes. Around the time I was born (1978) the foxes came back. In 1995 we were catching dogs after a race for my pawpaw, who was in his 70's, and my Maw Maw came to the truck white as a sheet and said "I just saw a cat as big as a Walker hound." That was the first bobcat anyone had seen here in even the oldest folk's memory.
Every year I have to call the game warden, he comes out here, looks at my crops, takes photos, estimates the amount of damage and issues me a permit for 30 days. If I need another one at the end of the 30 days, we do it all again.