She Was Not So Deer to Me

In the region of North Idaho between the cities ofmy cooking, she seemed to have little fear of
Coeur d'Alene and Kellogg, there lies a beautifulme. As beautiful as this deer was, I shooed her
stretch of river known as the North Fork of theoff so I could actually finish this meal but my
Coeur d'Alene River. Here is where an unusualshooing did little to keep her away from my table.
event took place between me and a not so dearThe doe would not come up to me but she did
deer.come within three or four feet with her mouth
There are many wonderful campsites along thewatering and her lips smacking. I gave in to her
North Fork that offer spacious secluded spotshunger and threw her some eggs and potatoes.
with many of them sitting right on the banks ofShe gobbled this food down quickly and wanted
this crystal clear river. Some of these sites havemore. "That's all you get!" I told her and she
campground hosts and charge a small fee pereventually left but not before relieving herself of
night for your stay. Many of the sites are freesome of her pellets on my site.
and this is where I chose to stay for myI love to hike more than just about anything in
weekend adventure. The site had great shade, amy life so after breakfast, I set off for a short
perfect swimming hole and was off the roadfive mile excursion along a trail that went to a
enough so I thought I would not be disturbed bygorgeous mountain meadow well above the river.
any humans so I could enjoy a nice quiet coupleAfter two or three hours of some great scenery
of days. Well, it was not the humans I shouldand rugged terrain, I was back at the campsite
have been concerned about after all. I neverready for a snack and a cool drink. Normally when
thought a small female deer could be so muchI camp, I am not too worried about putting my
trouble.cooler away until I go to bed so I had left it out
It all started on my first night while I was havingunder my table. Like I said, normally this is fine
a nice camp dinner of spaghetti, garlic bread andbut not this weekend. My cooler had been tipped
salad. In the middle of my feast, I left thecompletely over with food and ice scattered
campsite for a minute to get some water fromeverywhere. Plastic wrappings that held a variety
the river. Down at the river, I heard a soundof different food items had been chewed open
coming from my camp table. I forgot aboutand whatever was in them was gone. The only
getting my water and hurried back to my tablething left was my raw eggs and bacon. I did not
only to find my dinner on the ground with aeven think twice about who the burglar of my
beautiful doe munching on the spaghetti. I wasfood was. Can you guess?
quiet and watched her eat the rest of my foodI was not really upset about this and it gave a
and when she was done, she sniffed around thegreat story to tell you. Luckily, there was a small
campsite for a while and slowly meandered downstore and restaurant just down the road a few
the river bank.miles so In case you were worried if I starved
This was fun and exciting for me to see and Ithat weekend, I did not. I did learn a valuable
was thankful for the experience until the nextlesson about putting away my food when leaving
morning. What a great feeling it is to wake up tothe campsite. I also learned from a forest ranger
the sound of a rushing river and the crispthat I was not the only person in the area that
mountain air, I thought, as I began cooking myhad been visited by this deer. The doe had been
breakfast of scrambled eggs, potatoes and bacon.going around to many of the campsites the entire
The coffee was perfect, the breakfast tastedsummer and had actually had been given a name
better than any other and once again, I foundfrom a group of campers a few weeks prior to
myself in the presence of my dear deer friend.my visit. The name they chose was Frita, for the
With her nose up in the air sniffing the aroma ofdeer's insatiable love of Fritos.