Eat, lest you be eaten....
I'd like to meet the mother of the doe that jumped out in front of my Prius 10 years ago this month. Not only did I bag that deer that early, pre-dawn morning on my way to work, but the telephone pole that accompanied it...
Deer car accidents increase from October to December in Massachusetts
Not long after, I was in my new Ford Explorer, giving up on having a Prius, on Rt 16 near Gorham, New Hampshire, after leaving a bar with some friends. Obviously, it was dark o'clock, not far from the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of something and hit the brakes.
It was a frigging moose, the f'ing was so tall had I of hit it, the hood of my f'ing car would have passed under its belly...
Eat, lest you be eaten...oh...and for those who want to know...I didn't spill my beer, and my underpants remained dry...tales of days long gone past...not sure I can say the same for Bubba, who was sitting in the passenger seat tho...he had the thinnest, longest penis I ever saw...but that's a tale for another day...
Oh..I digressed...great job @astone2292!!!!