>Today, coming home, I saw some deer go into the little woods on top of the >hill in our neighborhood. There's never kids in the playground when you >need them, but I got my roomie to help. I set up on one side of the >woods, he went into the other side and just walked through. Deer came >running and leaping out in side view. Then some kids walked by on the >sidewalk on the other side, and they ran back into the woods and gave me >another chance. I've always wanted to try that. I'll see how the >pictures turned out tomorrow.
Kewl. Team effort. A bush beater/deer driver. Wish I had someone to do that for me. Every wonder why I call myself Doe? Well, it started years ago, when I joined a group where I wanted a handle. (A lot of people on the Internet know me as Doe, so I use the name here so if people go to my web pages, they will know who Doe is). My last name is Parker. My ancestors were Scottish, so I figure they were named by the British for the job they did. Just as Miller was so named and Smith was so named -- Parker was keeper of the parks. Essentially a game keeper. And probably a game keeper to make sure the local Scots didn't kill any deer, so when the English landlords came to visit they had some stags to kill. My great grandfather came from Scotland to California for the gold rush. I never knew him, but he finally settled down in Northern California and had his own cattle ranch (none of my ancestors ever found gold, my other great grandfather opened a general store). The Parker ranch became known far and wide as a deer preserve. My great grandfather allowed no deer hunting on his land. And I guess, just like here -- in this large housing development -- somehow over time the deer figured out they wouldn't be hunted there and ended up congregating. I've always wondered if he knew the origin of the name Parker and what his job had been when he came from Scotland. But based on the story about his ranch, I think he knew full well what Parker meant. I've seen a photograph of him wearing a tam with a Scottish plaid. Anyway, my family helped deer be killed for decades, so now I am Doe and the only deer shooting I am interested in is capturing them on film. Marnie aka Doe ;-) Deer karma. Hehehe. Not that this has anything to do with anything, and it's probably a long, boring story, but, oh, well... I felt like telling it.
