Evil Donkey, bane of my hunting life

[Sasquatch]

Some years ago...nearly a decade, probably, I was sneaking through the dark spring woods to be near a field where I often seen the local gobblers hang out. It was still pitch dark as I crept through the brush, as I wanted to be in position well before any of my targets woke up. It was also very quiet, and every little stick I stepped on sounded like a gunshot to me. Thus I was already on edge when I first heard it close up.. the hideous alarm noise of the evil donkey, a fell and odious beast that was to torment me to this very day.

As I neared the place I intended to plop down, a terrible noise broke the pre-dawn silence. It is a difficult sound to describe; like a cross between a deer snort and a dying hippo trying to clear a pulmonary obstruction. It's a wet, burbling chuffing noise, both repulsive in it's resonance and terrifying in it's sudden volume... the sound of the world's biggest hocker being brought to bear. It was also barely 20 yards away and cloaked in darkness, both literal an metaphorical.

Needless to say, I nearly evacuated my bowels that morning, and many mornings since. The long-earred varmint has good eyes too, as he often spots me approaching my deer stand regardless of the time of day. There used to be two of them, now only one. Unfortunately it's the loud one that survives.

I wish I had better pics, but these were taken from the stand that I shot my deer from this year. The afore-mentioned field starts maybe 25 yards behind it. Luckily Evil donkey was busy that day.

[butlerj]

Lol! I remember reading another post you had mentioned donkey. A family friend had a male donkey to help protect his cattle. He then somehow aquired two females in due time of course the male broke the fence and bred them. He kept 1 baby and gave another away. Several years later he did away with keeping livestock.

They did like zebra cakes if you want to make friends...

[oldhoyt]

For years I've hunted a spot where the neighbor had a donkey. He was about a quarter mile away. He sounded off as you describe, but I never minded it. Seemed to bring me luck actually.

[Deleted]

When I hunt my back little woods I have two evil horses. Not really evil. If they know that I'm up there they come to the fence that is about 15 yards from me and stand there all day. My goal is to not let the horses know I'm there. That isn't to hard. Old horses don't care. The hard part is when the neighbor feeds the horses (right around sun rise) and lets out 5 beagles. Hiding from 5 "evil" beagles is very tough. The beagles made me a better hunter.

[scrub-buster]

We had one for a while. I liked hearing him sound off. My wife would give him a treat When she got home from work. As soon as he saw her car come around the corner he would start braying. No matter what stand I would be hunting from I could tell exactly when she got home. We thought he would be protective of other animals but he kept trying to kill my daughters mentally challenged goat. He would grab it by the neck and slam it to the ground. Then he would start stomping on it. We had to find him a new home with bigger animals to be around.

[Sasquatch]

Dec 4, 2018 7:54:33 GMT -5 scrub-buster said:

We had one for a while. I liked hearing him sound off. My wife would give him a treat When she got home from work. As soon as he saw her car come around the corner he would start braying. No matter what stand I would be hunting from I could tell exactly when she got home. We thought he would be protective of other animals but he kept trying to kill my daughters mentally challenged goat. He would grab it by the neck and slam it to the ground. Then he would start stomping on it. We had to find him a new home with bigger animals to be around.

One thing Evil Donk rarely does is the classic "Hee-Haw" braying. I hear one a few farms away more than him.