I used to live off Wurzbach and Lockhill Selma in SA.
One day a buck about like that wandered into our back yard and was stuck because we had 6-ft iron fences. My dad hands me a broom and tells me, "Go flush him outta there. Don't worry, they're very docile animals."
Thing completely held its ground, stomping and blowing snot in my general direction. Pretty sure it would have killed me if I'd have gotten any closer to the docileness.
Anyhow, some good deer in SA/Bexar.