My great-great-grand father brought a male whitetail fawn home after killing the mother doe during a hunt in Franklin, NC in the 1890's. The fawn was raised as a pet on their mountain top farm. At age three, the now mature buck went into 'rut', and apparently perceived my ancestor as a threat. The buck pinned him against an apple tree and gored him to death with his antlers. Wild animals are just that... wild. Look, but don't touch!