This thread makes me so angry. :mad:
I had a similar thing happen to me about a year and a half ago. I was driving home from work at night, on a highway, through a developed area. The car in the lane to my right suddenly came to a stop, and on reflex I look to try and see why they stopped while slowing down. I don’t see anything and turn my attention back to the road, and there’s a a couple geese right in front of me. I tried to break, but just didn’t have anywhere near the time to stop without hitting them. There wasn’t really any room to pull over, nor was I about to attempt to move a couple dead animals from the middle lane of a highway at night. So I continued on my way, and went home. The next I was riding with someone past the spot, and someone had cleaned them up, fortunately. I had to get my car cleaned to get some feathers and blood removed, but no damage done to it. It took me awhile to be able to drive past that spot without getting creeped out.
…and I just realised I wrote “tried to break” instead of “tried to brake.” :smack:
missed the edit window by this || much.
Heh, the bit about the feathers reminded me that there are still some coyote hairs embedded in the grille.
Wile E., please don’t feel like I’m glorifying or exulting in the senseless vehicular slaughter of wild dogs! I feel bad about clobbering that coyote, I really do. Honest!
I was hoping it was one of these.
Hah, if only! I assure you, I would not have failed to observe that particularly hilarious circumstance if that were actually the case.
In all seriousness, though, that is a beautiful classic car that I would never use for coyote hunting. 
True men don’t kill coyotes.
Scavengers are everywhere, and if your hit animal died, there are many others that will take care of the carcass. I put dead mice from my basement trap on my bird feeder and each one is gone in less than a day, usually in just a few minutes. I pointed a video cam on the spot once and a crow swooped down in 20 minutes and carried the mouse away whole without asking for ketchup.
It is at this point that I must ask the obligatory question: What kind of luck is it when a *black cat ** gets only partway across your path before being crushed under the wheels of your car?
Yes, this actually happened to me.
*Don’t say ‘bad luck for the cat’. Everybody says that.
I once had a kamikaze buck ram the side of two consecutive, highway speed cars before disappearing. We both pulled over thinking there was no way he could have survived but couldn’t find a sign, much less a dead deer.
For the past six years I have judged an annual coyote hunt/chili cook-off.
A local bar sponsors the event. A couple dozen guys start drinking the night before, then hit the woods at dawn. There is a cash prize, so an arbiter was needed in case someone shoots a dog and attempts to claim the prize.
So far, there has not been anything (dog/coyote/hunter) killed. The T-Shirt for the event last year stated “Our next will be the first”.
There are anywhere from 10 to 25 chilis entered each year. It is surprising how closely the 3 judges choices tend to be. We usually choose the same 5, although order sometimes doesn’t match.
My pay for spending the day eating chili? Free drinks and a shirt.