The mountains beyond the passes teemed with deer, and to draw the herds near, the local people would don false deer heads, lying prone in the tall grass, imitating the creatures' calls with their mouths. Before long, the deer would converge, the does vastly outnumbering the stags.

The ensuing congress was always arduous. The stags, engaged in their necessary duties, would inevitably grow utterly exhausted, tottering on the brink of collapse.

At this critical juncture, the does would gently fetch a certain medicinal herb and place it near the nostrils of their spent partners. A single inhalation was all it took; instantly, the stag’s vigor would return anew.

It was precisely at these moments that the locals would spring their trap, banging gongs, beating drums, and firing off their muskets. Startled by the sudden cacophony, the entire herd would bolt away into the wilderness.

The villagers would then gather the precious herb, carrying it back to their homes. Legend claimed that this single plant held the power to recall life from the very threshold of death.