Back in the 40's-50's it was leagal (and customary) to harvest a young deer for camp meat. While the three of us were walking back to camp from our morning stands (I was 10yo and my brother 9), my dad signals us and says "camp meat" as he pulls out his knife. Moments later a young button buck steps out from behind the tree that my dad was standing next to. My dad reached around it's neck to slit its throat (bad idea) and the little guy exploded in my dads arms. The thing beat my dad about half to death before he managed to let loose of it. Problem was that by the time he did let loose I was on my knees laughing my head off,,,,,,,, guess where the deer went
So having no choice, I took up the wrestling match (another bad idea) I really don't know how many times I got kicked, but I can tell you for sure that it hurts to get kicked by a deer, and I hope that little guy had a long and prosperus life 
tom