I've chased them down the road before with my car. To get them off the road actually, not for dinner. Though I suppose if the deer remained in front of me for the half mile to my folk's place, my dad wouldn't mind reducing the deer population by one on the sly. ;)
They're like vermin in Massachusetts. Tsk. Giant mice. ^^ Tasty ones though...
@ Robert: We have more elk (and the odd moose; smallish game animals - and the term is used relatively here - are mostly limited to antelope and bighorn sheep, both of which seem to understand instinctively that they don't belong in the road) than we do deer here in Colorado. And anyone who's ever seen one up close and personal will tell you that they'd gladly yield the road to the elk (they're big animals; in the few automobile-cervus encounters that I know of where annihilation wasn't mutual, the elk walked - or staggered - away the clear winner).
@Dan: Even in New England the deer often win - they get kneecapped and go right through the windshield to take out the driver, but they don't always break a leg in doing so.
@ Robert: I don't doubt it. Any animal with over a hundred pounds of meat on it's bones is going to seriously ruin your day if you hit it doing anything over, say, five or ten miles an hour. Which reminds me, we have bison in significant numbers only two or three hours north of here...I *definitely* wouldn't want to hit one of those, even if I were driving a tank...
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Mmm, venison. ^^
I've chased them down the road before with my car. To get them off the road actually, not for dinner. Though I suppose if the deer remained in front of me for the half mile to my folk's place, my dad wouldn't mind reducing the deer population by one on the sly. ;)
They're like vermin in Massachusetts. Tsk. Giant mice. ^^ Tasty ones though...
Rob H.
* Thought that it might have been intentionally "punny", even before I saw the footnote. ;)
Tightly wound? You come by it naturally. ;)
@Robert: They're kinda like that around here and parts north, too. They are a very resilient species.
@Dan: Very 'punny' indeed. ;)
@Dad: Yeah. Thanks for that, by the way.
@ Robert: We have more elk (and the odd moose; smallish game animals - and the term is used relatively here - are mostly limited to antelope and bighorn sheep, both of which seem to understand instinctively that they don't belong in the road) than we do deer here in Colorado. And anyone who's ever seen one up close and personal will tell you that they'd gladly yield the road to the elk (they're big animals; in the few automobile-cervus encounters that I know of where annihilation wasn't mutual, the elk walked - or staggered - away the clear winner).
@Dan: Even in New England the deer often win - they get kneecapped and go right through the windshield to take out the driver, but they don't always break a leg in doing so.
Still tasty though. ^^
Rob H.
@ Robert: I don't doubt it. Any animal with over a hundred pounds of meat on it's bones is going to seriously ruin your day if you hit it doing anything over, say, five or ten miles an hour. Which reminds me, we have bison in significant numbers only two or three hours north of here...I *definitely* wouldn't want to hit one of those, even if I were driving a tank...
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