Which is why I always like when carnivals have “real” prizes because when I win I think I’m getting over on them.
Paid $10 but I won a $50 giant stuffed Pikachu doll for my wife at a ball toss. I even looked up the SKU on Amazon and it was retailing for $50 which is how I knew how much it cost. I don’t know if they got it significantly cheaper (less than $10) but they didn’t make money off of me that day.
Years ago a deer was hit by a car on the road by my business. It managed to drag itself into my parking lot. Both hind legs were shattered.
I called the game commission and they said they could respond with a game warden in 48 hours. There is no local police force, so I called the Pennsylvania State Police. The officer who responded felt bad, but he told us he was not allowed to fire his weapon to kill an injured animal.
I ended up driving home, getting a handgun I owned at the time, and returning to shoot the deer.
In Pennsylvania it’s complicated. On a case by case basis it is possible to get permission. People have gotten permission to collect roadkill for big cats, for instance.
A guy I know (and do not like) saw a deer get hit while driving one winter. The head was really all that was destroyed, so he got the carcass into his truck, took it home, dressed, skinned, and hung it. A neighbor reported him and he was fined and lost his ability to obtain a hunting license in PA for 5 years.
Thanks for the reply. I remember being told once that Wisconsin has the second largest deer herd in the US after Pennsylvania.
I was traveling through Wisconsin late one night in the front seat of a Greyhound bus when a deer leapt into the middle of the road. Things did not end well.
Years ago, before I met her, my wife Pepper Mill hit a deer and knocked it clear across the county line* When the trooper came he asked if he could have the carcass (the deer was, fortunately, already dead). My future wife, having neither the hauling capacity for the body, nor the tools to butcher it, nor the willingness, nor the freezer space, said “no”. So the trooper, who had been hoping for this response, bundled it up onto his truck and happily carted it off.
I gather from this that, had those options all been “yes”, she could have taken the carcass home and her family could have gorged on venison for a month. Certainly the trooper was able to do so.
Oddly enough, at about this time my then-girlfriend out in the wilds of Utah was making me venison stew, but I didn’t ask her how she came by what she explicitly stated was “game meat.”
*True-- not an exaggeration. She hit the deer just on one side of the line and it landed in the next county.
I like to watch the game warden shows on TV. In Maine, New Hampshire, and I believe Texas, the Game Warden or police can give you a form allowing you to possess the carcass of a deer struck by a vehicle.
A common TV plot for teenagers is a school project (usually home economics or health class) where they have to pretend an egg/sack of flour/doll is a baby and/or pair up with another student and pretend to be a married couple; how common is this in real life? I never had to do anything like it, nor do I know anyone who did.
I don’t know how common it was but it certainly existed and you can find lesson plans for it even now. I even vaguely remember hearing about one where Tamagotchi-like virtual pets were used.
And sometimes an officer has to deal with an almost-dead raccoon that hasn’t moved all day, and is spread-eagle in the back yard. And he has to use five shots to kill it.
And then he leaves it in a garbage bag next to your curb… “Jes’ til th’ Animal People show up. Shoun’t be more’n two-tree days.”
I was watching a British cop reality TV show that dealt with their armed cops, and one of the situations they had to deal with was an injured cow on the side of the road and they were given authorization to shoot it if they felt it couldn’t be saved.
I could tell that was taped at Lawry’s California Center. Sadly, closed now. It was freeway-close to where I used to work. Food was o.k., but the ambience was nice.
Hey, don’ cha know it! So that right there, ya, that’s the reason so many o’ us up here in tha frozen tundra have a Double Oh status, cuzza all dem deer what’s prancin’ on d’highways up here in D’ Up Nort’ Hey?
I find it remarkable how frequently someone’s ID badge still allows them to continue to access a restricted area after they have been fired, a warrant has been issued for their arrest, and they’ve led the authorities on a global manhunt for the past week.
They must not work where I work. A single supervisor found out I was entering the building using the custodian entrance and not the general employee entrance because it was more convenient to me since their parking lot was on the side of the building closer to my route to work, and literally the moment they found out I had gone out for lunch when my entry badge worked, but then when I got back to lunch my badge was instantly denied and I had to walk the long way to the other entrance.
In Alaska all road-kill moose go to local orphanages and the like. You aren’t allowed to keep any of it. (And it probably destroyed your car.)
You are talking about the single most popular project I run in my high school Economics classes. Been doing it for 30 years. My version has the sack of flour land on them if they draw the wrong card from the Deck of Disaster and didn’t budget for birth control.
This response is better for the workplace rants threads, but no, if nobody tells me that an employee was fired then their computer access and email still works. I do not know this automatically; I get notified when you send me an email telling me. I don’t do the building access, and I don’t know how closely tied together the entry system and HR systems are, but I can see it being a problem there, too.
Anyway, absolutely a security oversight, and I can totally see it happening. Hopefully it would never happen at a place that actually takes security seriously.
I have had occasions where HR has come to me with somewhat cryptic requests like, “can you disable this employees computer access at exactly 1:30pm on Thursday.”
I don’t know the details, but one of my coworkers tells a story that starts with a road kill deer, and ends with “and that’s why I have a felony conviction for poaching.”
To tie it back to this thread, if told right, I could see such a story in a sitcom.