My alarm goes off at 0545 and I'm lying in the bed wishing for another hour of sleep when I hear the bushes rustling outside my window. I first thought it was a squirrel or cat, but quickly realized that it was more than that when I heard the commotion again. I slip out the back door with my pistol-light but go dark for stealth. As I stand at the front corner of my house trying to surmise the situation, I hear heavy breathing and grunting. I peek around to see what the hell it is and it takes me a couple of minutes to pick exactly the source of the movement.
Okay, now for an Arcom classic "massive adrenaline dump"
, I hit the light and what do I see. A damned young buck,(yes, the deer type) sitting in my bushes injured. He had 4 points that really weren't more than a couple of long spikes. Poor bastard. Apparently, he was struck by a vehicle and found his way to my friggin bushes of all places. As I moved closer to the bastard he stood up, grunted and attempted to run; but fell down a short distance away in my azaleas along my border fence about 15 yds. away. Now I live in a residential area in Augusta, I mean very residential. Probably 1,000 houses within a mile of my house. So I wasn't too keen on dispatching to poor sumbitch before 6am. So I call Richmond Co. dispatch and tell them the situation and the need to get animal control over here to deal with this. I explained that I live in a high density residential area 1 block from a school and many kids would be coming by soon, and that this damned animal needed to be dealt with immediately. They tell me that they are paging animal control because they don't go out prior to 0830 and they would call me back ASAP and that they'd also dispatch a Sheriff's deputy.
Well, 30 minutes later, no call from animal control and no deputy. I call Richmond Co. back and they tell me they paged them and said that a deputy was en route. 10 more minutes, and still nothing. Now, I didn't want to deal with this damn thing this morning, but felt it was time to do something because little kids would be walking in close proximity to it in short order. So I get my rifle, pop in a mag with 69grn. BTHP's, chamber a round, and proceed to step out to do the deed. Now this little buck had been watching from a distance of about 70 feet the whole time as I was trying to resolve getting Augusta-Richmond Co. out there. But the second he saw me shoulder my rifle, he stood up, grunted, and bolted across the road in piss-poor shape. His back-right leg was dangling among other obvious injuries. He ran back behind a house down the road before going out of site. Suited me fine. No discharge, no dealing with the aftermath and disposal. He wasn't my problem now. I proceeded to get ready and leave for work.
Didn't leave the house till 0730 and never did see animal control, deputy, or anybody else from the govt. Just goes to show you. Your safety is in your own hands. I did call and let them know what I thought of their service and passed on the last bit of info to where the animal was heading. Don't have a clue if they ever followed up on it and don't give a shit at this point.
I have to re-phrase the old adage. When seconds count, the authorities are only hours away.