I have watched the deer out here with great detail. In the matter of the herd leader the biggest rack gets the crack) his job isn't only to cover Does and make fawns, he has to teach younger bucks (at his risk because they may take over) to spar and court, as well as achieve certain goals in the herd. The senior buck will allow a lesser buck to approach, as long as he is submissive and bleats or meeps his intentions. The older buck will lower his head and allow the smaller one to test his spikes or even just nubs on the big guys rack, this is a form of encouragement and promotes fair and kind sparring, the big buck will push, twist, and clash his rack, all the time being careful not to hurt the little one. If the youngster stops meeping then the attitude changes, and he may be in for trouble, he could get his little butt kicked, and that too is a lesson in behaving and following the rules. If a younger buck decides he's too good for lessons he will be at a disadvantage when the time comes to spar for real, he won't have the basic training the others have, the ones who have acted with humility and cooperation.

Younger bucks may mount the herd leader, to a point, and the big guy may take advantage of his right to mount as well, it works both ways, ,the younger for practice, the older for fun.

The best bucks we had were cooperative and willing to learn. We have been challenged to test our status in the herd, I usually don't mess around, I'm the two legged boss of the herd, but do not challenge the herd leader...he allows us to pet and scritch on his terms, we are his subordinates, again to a limit. Buck considering what he has on HIS head compared to mine, he would certainly win, deer can be very dangerous, but they are compassionate too. Vince and Lexx and Lexx Jr. all woo the Does, they perform a kind of foreplay that the Does enjoy. Having said that...the other day I was out in the pen, Bucky was watching...I had Lexx Jr. in front of me, rubbing, petting, scritching his neck, chest and back, even the tail root (that he loves, I also remove dingleberries from the underside of his tail and ass-crack, a form of grooming and fun too. He moved close to me, licked my crotch, then moved slowly against me, almost circling me, it occurred to me that he was performing foreplay like he would a Doe, I asked Bucky if he had a hard-on, and he said no, but his wick was relaxed, a necessity before erection on Fallow Deer. I had to disappint him because we were in full view of the road, but one has to wonder.
I try to share my experiences with younger bucks, I know the first thing Furs see is my age, and are turned off, pity, it's like them saying "Oh, I'm a Fox trapped in a human body", well I'm trapped too, I can't change my age, but I can share my experiences and have fun too.

I own a couple of Dremel tools, the drill press and the Flex line, I use them a lot and I finally got my parts in I was waiting for, a replacement flex cable and a variable speed control for the older one, the new one was rebuilt for free by Dremel and they even sent me some accessories for free, now they are all working great. A Dremel tool is necessary for gunsmithing, especially with the work I do with older military arms and antique weapons. I build military weapons to semi-auto or "wall hangers" just to show off. I don't do hunting weapons, refuse to, don't want to be part of a poor deer's demise, but I will work on reenactment or target shooter's guns.

I had an order for the M16 with a M203 grenade launcher that was used by Tony Montana in Scareface, when he said "Say hello to my little friend!". I would also entertain building a custom fantasy weapon using original military parts. Very interesting work, and many Veterans would like to have "Old Betsy" back in their hands, I can duplicate it exactly.

Anyway, waiting on parts is always a chore, it seems that it takes longer and longer, I use e-bay a lot and find rare and discontinued parts, it's fun, and the bidding is interesting and sometimes gets down to the wire and aggressive.

As far back as I can remember I was a Fur, I had a crush on Bugs Bunny, and it was only recently I saw him in a pose by ZEN that I only imagined, and expelled about 20 gallons of young boy sticky fluids on. Then Kimba the White Lion, my God, they had ass-cracks! Living across from NYC meant that cartoons were one of the only methods of learning about animal structure, it was years before I realized that horses had asses and balls, cartoons didn't. I went through life imagining what an animal would be if half human, the animal being the "better half", and began to draw what was in my mind, a Nun saw my pad and dragged me to Mother Superior, and showed her my "Devils Work", when she said that I imagined the devil as a naked goat, I was hopeless, even in the face of the whim of some sort of Nun punishment...Devils work, a horse with a human head, nice ass, and flowing mane and tail. She tore it up and I had to kneel on rice for an hour, probably why my knees hurt. I stopped drawing, I believed that the devil was in my mind forcing me to draw his minions, but they couldn't read my mind...I still imagined Furry stuff, especially horses, deer, kangaroos, and giraffes. In fact I met an engineer the other day, we're working on a "chicken plucker" (don't ask), and I was on the floor looking at the motor mount, I looked up and her snatch was right in my face, she had long legs, and a face that wasn't that far from a giraffe's, kinda like Puzzle, now she must have screwed every creature in the universe, but she's cute, don't know about her brother though, he's cute, but "your sister?".

Yep, s a kid I was into photography, later owned a graphic arts studio, but I bought a "Swinger Camera" that was an instant black and white camera that was revolutionary. The first thing I did was photograph my ass, now I was like 12 at the time and it was the first naked male ass I've seen up close, I had to hide the photo otherwise they'd think I was evil.

I did a bunch of stuff and managed a horse breeding farm in Florida, just around when desktop computers came out, I found something called Furry, and clicked on the site...I immediately got tight pants when I saw what I had imagined for so many years, the piece was Bucky Boys "KY" standing with his ass exposed with a sign that said something like "line forms here".

I could not believe that other people had the same illness, and it made me feel better and not so guilty. I mean...I saw horses asses all day long, mares pussy's, and it was just a job, but at home I saw the real thing, at least what my mind accepted as real.

I know this is a touchy subject, but I'm a touchy guy, I'm opinionated and I've been around so I have a pretty good idea of what's going on.

For some reason I have found a lot of Catholics (or ex-Catholics) in Furry. I was a devote Catholic as was my mother, I was a choir boy and went to mass countless times, I also went to Catholic School and was punished by the Nuns. I can't watch the Blues Brothers and not get a flashback.
All that aside a REAL Christian will not and should not deny a person who has desires about gender. They are supposed to believe that God made us in His image, that He doesn't make mistakes, and that He will welcome you regardless of what guilt you feel. Being Gay is not a sin, having Gay sex is not a sin. I recall going to confession and telling the Priest that I had "impure thoughts" I didn't go into detail, but my fantasies were being with another boy, if I told him that he'd come out of there and beat me up, or maybe, knowing what went on back then, get raped! No, he never tried to, but there was a really cute friend of mine (who I had a crush on, we were both on the baseball team, and wore tight white and blue stripped uniforms, and once in the shower I lost it, and brushed against him, he didn't back away) sorry, of the track. I think HE had some sort of relationship with a younger Priest.

No guilt! Guilt is bad, unhealthy, and can kill. Don't feel guilty for sexual things...God is more concerned about your soul, not what you do with your body. Be a good Gay person, and it won't matter what your orientation is, people will accept you because you're a good guy or girl.

I taught religion, even thought about the Priesthood, instead I have adopted the beliefs of a number of religions, that make sense to me, and it brings me comfort. Look at Blotch's Bow Hunting Deer, that's me, but I don't like bows and arrows (later story why).

If anyone needs to talk, if you feel abandoned, used, uncomfortable, or if you feel like a loving God doesn't love you, call me, we can talk, I hope you don't mind a Jersey City accent, but I'm a listener, and I might have an answer for you, if nothing els...I might make you laugh, that's not a sin either.


Hunter Deer