The Postal Deer

The Postal Deer


I grew up in Burlington, VT. Like any 6 year old boy I had a cork gun and a decoder ring listed in my top 10 possessions and I would cling to the old radio when it was time for the Lone Ranger.

When I had turned 6 my father decided that his son could handle a few chores, one of which was to walk out to the road and get the mail. Now this hardly seemed a chore to me at all.

 I was always fascinated at how my father would react at the mail I brought him. Sometimes he would just throw it on the table, others he would give a happy shout and seek mother to share with her the good news I had found in the mailbox.


One winter day while on Christmas break, I went out to perform my chore.  Happily I walked down the long peaceful driveway, large snow flakes drifted down from the great gray clouds.

“Make sure to knock the snow off the nativity” my mother shouted after me.

The nativity consisted of Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus in a manger. Yes Ma, I answered.

It snowed a lot when I was a boy and we didn’t have the great snow removal systems that we have now. Sometimes we would even get snowbound, those days were really exciting.


When I finally made it down to the mailbox which stood at just by the road past the end of the long fence, I was surprised to find that a deer was making a meal out of the hay that baby Jesus lay upon. I shouted at it, and the deer ran at me. I was so frightened that I ran all the way back to the house.

I told my father what had happened. Well you can’t let a deer get the upper hand son; you have got to scare it more than it scares you.  Go up to your room he told me, and put on 2 or 3 of your coats and a big hat then go check the mail and see what happens. I begrudgingly did as he said.

Well I thought, as I put on my snowsuit and 2 other large coats, if I don’t scare that deer at least he won’t be able to hurt me through all these layers.  As I awkwardly made my way back outside, with arms sticking out at almost a 90 degree angles from my body because of the many layers, I laughed at the shadow I threw on the ground. I looked like the Mitchellin Tire Guy.

I grabbed a stick for good measure, and like Robin Hood I stole down the drive to the mailbox.

The bold deer was still there munching on the manger hay, it raised it’s head and looked at me briefly then continued eating. It grunted at me as I reached for the mailbox and put the letters in then raised the flag. When I turned to leave the aggressive deer did a short mock charge just to let me know I wasn’t going to move him off that hay. I was proud that I had completed my mission without injury, I still dreaded tomorrows encounter.

I thought on it all night about how I could scare off that deer. The next day after the mail was delivered I put on my many coats and a big hat, but this time I grabbed the scariest Halloween mask you ever did see, that mask scarred me just wearing it .

Silently I stalked down the driveway like GI Joe on a covert mission I ran from one fence post to the other peering out from one to assure myself the coast was clear before sprinting to the next. All the way down the driveway my determination built and by the time I made the sanctuary of the last fence post I was ready.

 I jumped out from behind the post, screaming at the top of my lungs only to be answered by the screams of a man and woman who were bent over the obviously dead deer salvaging the meat.

The deer had been hit by the snowplow when it went by; obviously the deer hadn’t afraid of that plow either.  After I explained what had transpired over the past few days to the nice man and woman we all had a good laugh. The next year when the nativity went up I replaced the hay with a blanket.