And when I say upstate, I’m talking way upstate. Namely, Moira, NY–only a handful of miles from the Canadian border and just down the road from North Bangor, where I grew up. I can tell you, there is not a lot for the deer to do up there, so I’m not surprised to read about one getting into trouble, but this was uncalled for. From the Watertown Daily Times:
For a few terrifying minutes, a Moira man became prey for a disgruntled buck.
An attack by a 10-point buck Friday sent Gerald A. Dabiew, 56, to the emergency room, covered from head to toe with cuts and bruises. . . .
“[H]e looked at me, and the next thing I know, he was coming right at me,” he said. “He got me down on the ground, and it was then I knew that he really wanted to kill me. . . .
“I’ve got bruises from head to toe,” he said. “He picked me up in the air and pounded me into the ground. . . .
“I don’t know why he came around. All I was doing was throwing wood,” he said. “I’m not even a hunter.”
So what do you think? Should Dabiew take up hunting? I mean, what else are you going to do in Moira? (Just kidding, it was great area to grow up.)