
NOTES FROM NATURE
By Jerry Toll
Encounter with Dogs, Does and Deliberations
It was a scene straight out of the African Serengeti. One
early morning in March, not long after the ice opened, I went to Nathan's
Lake to see if there were any new ducks on the lake. As I drove up to the
lake, I could see that a doe was standing in the middle of the lake.
With the doe were two dogs, one a Rottweiler, the other a
Newfoundland. They just stood there, the doe with her left front leg bent
at the knee. I knew what was going on, but in that instant was helpless to
change the course of events.
As I watched, the Rottweiler began circling the doe. When
it got to the flank, it attacked the hamstring, trying to cripple and
bring the doe down. The doe bellowed in pain. The only sound I had ever
heard coming from a deer before was the snort they make when threatened.
I wondered how the Rottweiler knew to go for the
hamstring. Was it instinctive or had it brought down deer before? The
Newfoundland just watched. Neither dog looked particularly excited or
vicious. It was more like curiosity.
It was an old scenario, these three standing in the
middle of a shallow pond. I know why the dogs were there, but I don't know
why the doe decided to go into the pond. Perhaps the doe was unable to
outrun the dogs and saw the pond as a refuge, a way to gain some time.
She may have thought the water was deep and she could get
through it faster than the dogs. Or she may have been drinking at the
water's edge when surprised by the dogs, and that was her only avenue of
escape.
In either case, it was a bad decision because the pond
was less than a foot deep in the middle, with a silt bottom.
She was having more problems maneuvering than the dogs.
The owner of the dogs arrived at the scene shortly after
I did. He was trying to call the dogs away from the doe. He told me he had
just let the dogs out about a half hour ago. During the course of our
terse conversation, he said in anger, "I oughta go get my 30-30 and drop
both those dogs." I said, I'll leave you to it."
I was angry too. As I left, he was still calling his dogs
over to him. I returned later that morning. The doe was gone. There were
no signs of what had occurred earlier.
My gut response was one of abhorrence. If not for the
intervention of the dog owner, I knew the doe faced a prolonged and
painful death. My intellect fought back. This was validation of the
predator-prey relationship.
I know that white-tailed deer have experienced a
population explosion throughout much of their range. For deer, the arrival
of European settlement has meant better habitat, less competition for
resources, and a diminished predator list.
Dogs are still wild creatures in certain circumstances.
In this situation, substitute Rottweiler for wolf (he certainly seemed to
know how to bring down a deer). All dogs are capable of killing. Their
predatory instinct is usually held in check by their pack loyalty to their
human family's wishes. Take them out of that context and they quickly
respond to their genetic predisposition, regardless of hunger.
Besides, only humans die of old age, and even that is a
privilege of wealth, either of the individual or of country. It's the
natural order of things to die as prey, whether it is by superior force,
disease, or some other combination of factors.
We live in a country where fewer and fewer people live in
and make their living from the country. (And no, the suburbs don't count.)
As a nation, we are disaffected from the land. We prefer to filter our
nature experiences through the eyes of Walt Disney, because, well, it's
just so much nicer that way. You don't need to touch any icky stuff!
I hope the doe made it. That she will persist through
many more Winters and grow fat during Summer. In truth, I think her wounds
were too severe. I've been told that deer, when under extreme stress, will
just drop dead. Perhaps that is just an urban myth.

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