A sad one: more proof in this thread that deer and motorcycles don’t mix.
New Illinois bride dies in motorcycle crash on way to reception
Right about this time last year, actually. I was driving on a Sunday night in rural southeastern Missouri when a whole herd jumped out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes (was going about 45 thanks to curvy roads) but still managed to hit a doe. I undoubtedly broke one of her legs and possibly some of her ribs, and she stumbled off into the woods to die a prolonged and horrible death.* Did about $750 in damage to my car.
I’ve since learned that, the next time that happens (and it will), I should call the local constabulary and they’ll send a uniform out to put the beast out of its misery and give me the animal for meat (if I want it).
When I had a dying deer thrashing about in my parking lot at work I called the Pennsylvania Game Commission. They told me they could have someone come out in a day or two. Then I called the Pennsylvania State Police (no local police in this rural area). The responding cop apologized, but he wasn’t permitted to fire his weapon in a situation like this.
So, I drove home and got my gun. I killed the deer and rolled it’s body over the hill (illegal to keep the meat).
That sucks. Apparently (and this is from what I hear from friends & family; I can’t back it up with a cite in a law library or anything), harvesting and eating roadkill is perfectly legal in Missouri.
Since my last car-totaling deer crash a few weeks ago, I’ve had to slam the brakes (of my new car) twice, to avoid another deer collision. Both times I came to a dead stop in the middle of the road, as the stupid MFing giant crap-brained rat with ludicrous headgear stared at me for a good 10 seconds before wandering off.
Nice thing about the new car: Panic stops don’t cause my iced tea to spill. Love that deeeeeeep cupholder.
I’ve never hit a deer but I’ve hit two elk. Both did pretty decent damage to my truck. Now I’m living in the city and I haven’t come close to hitting an animal in the last 4 years.
But when it comes to those pesky bicycles . . .
Never. That is, not yet – I just moved to Wisconsin three months ago.
I’ll keep y’all posted.
Like, on the grassy knoll?:eek:
And taped by Zaprudeer.
I’ve never even seen a deer, unless you count Bambi in the movie.
I have, however, had a red roo jump out at me while I was driving. Neither of us was killed but it scared the crap outta me.
I’ve had a couple of clients whose dear tried to kill them.
I used to be afraid of hitting bottles during downhill mountain bike runs, never thought I would hit a deer, but I did, about 20 years ago.
I was going about 30 mph downhill, in full cautious night riding posture, in Santa Barbara, on a street about 3 miles from home, at night with a generator bike light (old school) very very bright…I caught a glimpse of 5 or 6 deer up ahead to my left, and then one darted ahead and right “under” my front wheel, they are so fast when they bolt…I remember seeing all the little hairs on its back, like time had stopped, before my light turned off as I locked up the brakes, and smacked into it…up land over I went:eek: I had a helmet on, but just light summer clothes otherwise… tumble tumble tumble…I was so mad at that deer:mad:…no major damage to me, cept for gear marks on my body, tweaked ankle and body parts, and lots of rash, took me forever to ride home…3 weeks on the couch…
I had just begun a 3,500 mile cross-country trip in the US (starting in Washington State, ending in Washington DC). I wasn’t even 200 miles in when I hit a deer. It was dark out, and it came out of nowhere. I was forced to spend a week in the closest city sleeping on my sister’s couch while my car was repaired. The entire rest of the trip, I was terrified I’d hit another deer. Thankfully, I haven’t since.
I’m just glad it didn’t total my car. I was lucky.
I’ve lost track but I know that I’ve hit at least 5 plus a steer and a cow. The bovines are MUCH worse.