Originally Posted by
geargnasher
If it hadn't been 1/4 mile inside the city limits, I would have called the DPS 800 number and pled my case to the responding officer. Truthfully, I might have been able to plead it anyway, but it was late, I had a deer in the trunk that needed to hang and drain more before it cooled off, and with a rifle in the back seat, ammo and knives everywhere, two pistols (one in the door pocket), and a registration sticker that expired the day before, so even though I was technically 100% legal (5-day grace on the sticker) I REALLY didn't feel like ******* around with the city cops, who are mostly young, facist punks that think they are the highest authority and last word. At least until a REAL LEO shows up. I had already seen two city police cars within minutes of hitting the deer, and they patrol this road regularly. County men and women are not much better, but there are a few good ones left. Troopers and Wardens are top notch in this area at least, but overall the headache of dealing with exhausted, grumpy officers who probably worked a double the day before and didn't get much sleep was more than I was up for.
BTW, I've hit 30 deer in my driving lifetime, killing 28 of them. Two of them I was able to get slowed down in time to just knock them over or clip them. All but one was in Texas, I had to drive straight through a mulie fawn on a twisty, two-lane stretch near Meeker, CO. since dodging with a 6K lb Suburban meant cliff or wall. This Buick is only the second vehicle I've owned that wasn't a truck/SUV with a full-replacement, steel front bumper/grille guard. Had a '66 Mustang for a couple years, you guessed it, nailed a huge doe with that one and after the insurance fixed it and I paid the difference to re-paint the whole thing it got sold right away.
Even Neil Peart, in all his tens of thousands of miles on a motorcycle all over the world, finally hit a deer while traveling just a few miles from my house. They have a death wish or something, it's nuts.
Gear