Man, I know I completely flattened a deer with an F350 brush guarded turbo-diesel Ford Crew Cab one night, knowing also I’d have to come back about 20 minutes later anyway in returning home. So I didn’t stop. But my meat was already gone when I returned, taken by some damn poacher! No more than 4 cars could have passed in the interim on this hardly travelled State highway, near its dead end.
[Really I was just going to make sure it was not on the road. But I couldn’t find it anywhere. Times are tough, huh Bud? Times are tough.]
Daft – but they make excellent sausage.
I know you are but what Arouet?
I drive a Toyota Senryu AWD.
I wouldn’t make sausage out of daft deer. Last time I had chronic brain wasting disease I almost became as stupid as Amanda for a time.
I recommend the Canyonero. Brushes those babies aside without you even realizing it.
Or as Voltaire himself would have put it, it has the best of all possible burled inlays.
If the deer is nice enough to pre-grind itself for sausage, maybe it isn’t so daft.
Warning: link not for the easily nauseated!
What did Bambi’s mother ever do to you wingnuts?
That wasn’t us that killed Bambi’s mother, DG. That was the Disneyarchy.
I have a cowcatcher on mine.
For deer, mechanical objects don’t get closer, they only get larger, and lights only get brighter.
Pablo
NICE!!! Lets start grinding……
Brighter lights can indicate only one thing… someone’s carbon footprint just got bigger. Even the daftest deer could be forgiven a pensive moment.
And perhaps an Iron Eyed tear for the environment, but surely instead of those doe drops next left upon my windshield.
Roadkill—the Other White Meat.
Man, I know I completely flattened a deer with an F350 brush guarded turbo-diesel Ford Crew Cab one night, knowing also I’d have to come back about 20 minutes later anyway in returning home. So I didn’t stop. But my meat was already gone when I returned, taken by some damn poacher! No more than 4 cars could have passed in the interim on this hardly travelled State highway, near its dead end.
[Really I was just going to make sure it was not on the road. But I couldn’t find it anywhere. Times are tough, huh Bud? Times are tough.]
J. Peden, are you sure it wasn’t coyotes, or untethered local dogs, that removed the carcass?
Or a pack of rabid hedgehogs?