Hey, thought I'd send you all a short story :); smile!
Some of you may have read this before as I wrote it last year.
Bungee Buck

Deer frequently traipse through our yard, once was a migration path for them, in herds of a half-dozen or more. Occasionally a buck will amble through solo, his antlers held gallantly high in the air. Seeming to know they’re protected around here, they seldom startle easily … just look up and around leisurely.
In the high desert area, dust was rather abrasive and definitely depressing day after day. Finally, we laid sod in the back yard and deer took to bedding down there for the night. Their slumbering imprints on the grass would leave yellow patches, killing the grass, and our flowers became fodder for their appetites.
Consequently we put a five foot fence around our back yard . . . which they jumped. Then, as a last resort, we began spraying a deer repellent around our mutilated plants and the ‘preferred lawn spots’. Both have done little to curb their behavior.
We have a 12x24 workshop with a sensor light over the rear door to alert us to intruders. At first the deer ran when the light beamed, suddenly, in their faces, but they soon they became accustomed to it.
Trying to keep both a green lawn and a flower bed, but not wanting to put up a metal gate, my husband stretched bungee cords from the end of the fence to the side of our house. Our house is surrounded on three sides with a wrap-around deck; the front has a gate.
One night, around one a.m., my husband, awaken by the light, heard hooves on the wooden deck trotting past our master bedroom window. Suddenly there was a quick ‘ping’ and the sound ceased.
Al turned over and tried to go back to sleep even though the light was still on. (It automatically turns off shortly after the intruder leaves and he assumed that would happen shortly.)
Again, hearing hooves coming up the steps of the deck again, slow and heavy, Al got up, bent the Venetian blinds down to peer out the window and watched as a big, burly buck stomped past. Then, as before, the bungee cords would stretch no further and the buck went hurling past the window to land with a loud ‘thud’ in the snow. Obviously he landed quite hard as the snow barely covered the gravel beneath it.
Al stood, laughing, staring out the window though he couldn’t see where the buck landed. He waited to see if the buck would try again.
Moments later the buck, shaking his head, wandered into Al’s range of vision. He appeared to be stunned, walking as if drunk, and ambled slowly out of the yard.
The next morning Al went outside, walked toward his workshop and doubled over laughing as he stepped into the huge areas where the buck had landed--there were two huge, separate, indentions. Once was not enough!

It’s seldom that a buck goes such a L O N G way!