Humane dispatches. "Interesting" experiences!

Dexter

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Following on from another post I thought it might make an interesting thread for people to post unusual and slightly off piste occurrences that they have had when being called out to deal with wounded deer. Hopefully they will be able to post how they dealt with the issues. Hopefully it will not degenerate into a slanging match of what they done wrong as the poster was the only one there at the time and therefore the only person who could decide what to do in the circumstances.
 
4am call from police to a house in the middle of thetford, I insisted police presence due to proximity to..... well, thetford.....
Turned up to find a munty doe which had gone 3/4 through a wrought iron fence but hips and legs didn’t fit, legs had tangled in the fence and the poor little thing was crying it’s heart out. Neighbour had called the police but didn’t want it shot, homeowner of the actual property wasn’t present but gardener was, who approved my access etc, but all adding to the frustration as plod never did attend. Did my best to calm the irate neighbour down and then dispatched the deer with a .22 as discretely and quietly as possible. Neighbour wasn’t happy, thought I should have untangled it, but she was so well caught even dead it was a struggle to remove her. I removed myself from their call out list thereafter as they hadn’t bothered to show up at what I suspected would be a troublesome call out. Ho hum.
 
Not strictly a HD but Called by Police to shoot a Wolf after Several “confirmed sightings and photographs” On a large public access forest in the South East. Turned out to be a dog.:)
 
4am call from police to a house in the middle of thetford, I insisted police presence due to proximity to..... well, thetford.....
Turned up to find a munty doe which had gone 3/4 through a wrought iron fence but hips and legs didn’t fit, legs had tangled in the fence and the poor little thing was crying it’s heart out. Neighbour had called the police but didn’t want it shot, homeowner of the actual property wasn’t present but gardener was, who approved my access etc, but all adding to the frustration as plod never did attend. Did my best to calm the irate neighbour down and then dispatched the deer with a .22 as discretely and quietly as possible. Neighbour wasn’t happy, thought I should have untangled it, but she was so well caught even dead it was a struggle to remove her. I removed myself from their call out list thereafter as they hadn’t bothered to show up at what I suspected would be a troublesome call out. Ho hum.

Had a similar ‘call out’ recently but from my daughter on the school run and not the police!
A roe doe stuck in exactly the same way through a wrought iron fence. Luckily ;) I always carry a pair of reasonably heavy duty bolt cutters in the truck, (you know in case of ‘emergencies’ such as rights of way being illegally barred), so, after covering the deer’s head to calm it, it was a relatively easy job to cut the metal, ease it apart to free the animal, and (sort of) bend it back to it’s original position.

Humane all round, and the deer was dispatched back into the wild.
 
Just got back from one this evening. Muntjac tucked into a hedge bottom at the side of quite a busy country road very badly lit and teeming down with rain, so I was very happy for the presence of a police car with its light bar flashing on the roof.
The police man went down to the bend in the road to stop traffic coming round the bend, and he blocke off the other side of the road with his car pulled up fairly close to where the deer was.
I checked to make sure he was ready, and that there were no cars approaching from my side and took aim at the deer's head with the shotgun. At the shot the deer flopped down and then stretched right out, stiff as a board. About two seconds later it went into whirly-gig mode, jumping and spinning and bouncing out on to the road. Anyway, the nervous release only lasted a few seconds and then the deer was still. I bent down to grab the deer to drag it and I noticed a bit of blood on the police car's bumper; however, as I straightened up, I noticed that the whole of the front of the car had received a good spray from the deer as it had jumped and thrashed around. The rain was spreading it out over the car. It looked like something out of "The Shining"!
 
On the way to my AGHE some years ago and came round a bend to find a man waving us down .A hysterical lady on the verge and a roe buck paralysed back end in the road ,hips spread wide and a Golf with smashed in grill .Was rut time .
After trying unsuccessfully to calm the lady I loaded the deer into the pickup still alive with my mate sat in the back to keep it still .The lady wanted it taken to a vet,something that was never going to happen , so I’m afraid I might have agreed knowing full well what was going to happen once we got away from the scene .Dealt with it with a knife ,very quick ,long blade to the heart .
In the incinerator at the AGHE .
Some occasions require action there and then rather than going through protocol and that was one of them .
 
Got call from RSPCA to attend deer RTA outside of a ettlebed.
No info other than a small deer.
On arrival it was a rearranged Nissan hatchback and a very big fallow stag with a massive set atop.
The animal had a huge step on its back. Front legs operational and rear totally paralysed.
Police in attendance and a female officer asked me to not despatch as she had called tiggywinkles to save the deer (an hour plus run). Thanks I explained that the huge step in his spine was a broken back and whilst I would comply she was prolonging the animals suffering.....
During the course of this discussion.... the game keeper for the local lords estate turned up.... grabbed a .22LR and popped a 50 grainer into the modular oblongata and its suffering terminated on the spot.
The female officer on the other hand went ballistic...appoplectic with rage...... proper batsh#t...It was a sight to see.

The game keeper basically told her the animal was beyond saving and the injury was terminal.

She commented "I cant beleive what you just done.... is that even legal"....to which I commented... 'well you should know .... your the police officer'...

Then she threatens the game keeper that she will be speaking to the cheif constable about this and he says fine as the CC is best mates with lord x ... good luck with that one.

She stormed off......purple with rage and we dragged the rather magnificent 8 year old stag to the side for the game keeper to collect when the police and the many stopped cars had buggered off.

One of the most unprofessional and aggressive police officers I have ever come across.

I usually ask police to attend and in fairness.... the WPCs are usually less sqeamish then the males...
 
Yes. Its nick named the 'Light Switch"

As in "Light Switch-Barrel"?

Sorry about the Blaser joke, I thought it was me best bet. Just correcting your typo was me dulla alternative.

I always aim to align with and mash the brain stem too.

And I have also found that the WPC's tend to be more interested and "up" about the misery of the situation as well.

Alan
 
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Sorry about the Blaser joke, I thought it was me best bet. Just correcting your typo was me dulla alternative.

I always aim to align with and mash the brain stem too.

Okay, I’ll take up the challenge then!

It was obviously a new Blaser model, but with the optional Fallow ‘Stag’ engraving on the action. ;)
 
On a smaller scale, I was driving along the coast road this summer and came up behind a traffic hold up. Gradually the word filtered back that there was an animal in the road that wouldn't move. I went for a look and found a severely mixy'd rabbit in the middle of the road. There were a considerable number of holidaymakers in cars held up each way so I picked up the rabbit and killed it and put it over the hedge into the field.
As a reward for my humane action, I walked back to the truck to a mixture of abuse and thanks. Some of the abuse was quite vitriolic!
 
I once despatched a badly injured roe doe on a back road on my way to work. I'd come across a very recent RTA casualty that the driver responsible had obviously abandoned to its fate and had no rifle or knife with me to put it out of its misery. After a moment or two wondering how best to proceed, I decided the most expedient way to put it out of its misery was to run over it again in my Terrano. Just as my front wheel rolled over its neck I looked up, only to make eye contact with a couple of cyclists coming in the opposite direction . . . . luckily, a quick explanation sufficed to wipe the horrified expressions from their faces
 
I once despatched a badly injured roe doe on a back road on my way to work. I'd come across a very recent RTA casualty that the driver responsible had obviously abandoned to its fate and had no rifle or knife with me to put it out of its misery. After a moment or two wondering how best to proceed, I decided the most expedient way to put it out of its misery was to run over it again in my Terrano. Just as my front wheel rolled over its neck I looked up, only to make eye contact with a couple of cyclists coming in the opposite direction . . . . luckily, a quick explanation sufficed to wipe the horrified expressions from their faces

That's like something from only fools and horses :rofl:
 
On a smaller scale, I was driving along the coast road this summer and came up behind a traffic hold up. Gradually the word filtered back that there was an animal in the road that wouldn't move. I went for a look and found a severely mixy'd rabbit in the middle of the road. There were a considerable number of holidaymakers in cars held up each way so I picked up the rabbit and killed it and put it over the hedge into the field.
As a reward for my humane action, I walked back to the truck to a mixture of abuse and thanks. Some of the abuse was quite vitriolic!

yep, nobody likes a queue jumper. :rofl:
 
4am call from police to a house in the middle of thetford, I insisted police presence due to proximity to..... well, thetford.....
Turned up to find a munty doe which had gone 3/4 through a wrought iron fence but hips and legs didn’t fit, legs had tangled in the fence and the poor little thing was crying it’s heart out. Neighbour had called the police but didn’t want it shot, homeowner of the actual property wasn’t present but gardener was, who approved my access etc, but all adding to the frustration as plod never did attend. Did my best to calm the irate neighbour down and then dispatched the deer with a .22 as discretely and quietly as possible. Neighbour wasn’t happy, thought I should have untangled it, but she was so well caught even dead it was a struggle to remove her. I removed myself from their call out list thereafter as they hadn’t bothered to show up at what I suspected would be a troublesome call out. Ho hum.
Don’t blame you ! With all the antis and ease of whacking your mug shot all over the tintle web I wouldn’t put myself in harms way
 
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