Quick, where's my shotgun?
I'm looking out the window (about 4 pm) and three full-grown deer just went jogging across my front yard. Hey, I live in a well-developed suburb, I'm not out in the country. Wait a minute, maybe they were raindeer. Forget the shotgun. Come to think of it, I don't own one, just a couple of old Civil War muskets.
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I live down on the gulf coast now, surprise to to MS NR.1 maybe it just means nobody lives there. LOL
I did hit a deer with my Toyota truck a few years back, about 2AM on a really cold Jan night, I was on my way home from a SC as it turned out. :-)
Not really a big deal because it was one of those little AL deer, just a little grill and bumper damage, had it been a big WI whitetail I probably wouldn't have been able to drive away, hell might have frooze to death out there LOL.
As was said above yes in AL it is like fishing season, deer hunting goes on for many weeks and after you get him home and cut hime up you can go out and get another one.
I assumed you were in the Baltimore area for some reason.
I am not making this up.
AN, neither of my muskets work, they're just for decoration. In any case I've never been a hunter but I don't have any problem with people who are. As long as they do so responsibly, which isn't always the case. I bet the strip clubs in the Poconos (of which there are a couple of really good ones BTW) love deer season.
I did have a friend who hit a black bear in my hometown though. It totaled the car and then lumbered off. I'm glad I missed that one!
I have heard PA described as a state with Philadelphia to the east, Pittsburgh to west, and Alabama in the middle.
If you consider it a sport to sit in a tree stand
all day long with a bow or a gun just to put food in
your freezer.. you might live in Pittsburgh.
If you're proud that your region makes the national
news 96 nights each year because Bradford is the
coldest spot in the nation, you might live in
Pittsburgh.
If your local Dairy Queen is closed from October
through March, you might live in Pittsburgh.
If you instinctively walk like a penguin for five
months out of the year, you might live in Pittsburgh.
If you have ever worn shorts, sunglasses and a parka
at the same time, you might live in Pittsburgh.
If your town has an equal number of bars and
churches you might live in Pittsburgh.
If you are in church and your priest or minister asks you to pray for the STEELERS, and wants to get you all home for 1 p.m. kickoff you might live in Pittsburgh.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE A TRUE Pittsburgher when:
1. "Vacation" means going up north past I-80 for the
weekend.
2. You measure distance in hours.
3. You know several people who have hit a deer more
than once.
4. You often switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same
day and back again.
5. You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during
a raging blizzard, without flinching.
6. You see people wearing camouflage at social events
including weddings.
7. You install security lights on your house and
garage and leave all the doors unlocked.
8. You carry jumper cables in your car and your wife
knows how to use them.
9. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit
over a snowsuit.
10. Driving is better in the winter because the
potholes are filled with snow.
11. You know all 4 seasons: almost fall, winter,
still winter and road construction.
12. You can identify a southern or eastern accent.
13. Your idea of creative landscaping is a concrete
statue of a deer next to your blue spruce.
14. You were unaware that there is a legal drinking
age.
15. Down South to you means MORGANTOWN WV.
16. You find '0' degrees "a little chilly."
17. Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his NEW
FORD F150.
18. You go out to fish fry every Friday and bingo
every Wednesday.
19. Your 4th of July picnic was moved indoors due to
frost.
20. You have more miles on your snow blower than your
car.
21. You actually understand these jokes, and you
forward them to all your Pittsburgh friends
Hunting accidents happen all the time. If a PETA Chapter president in a Third World, handloomed, unbleached wool parka and Birkenstocks should get drilled a time or thirty by an errant hunter, that's just one of the risks of being in the woods during season...the dates of which are, of course, public record.
One of the aspects of the culinary landscape in this area is church dinners/suppers on Sunday, and it is not uncommon for those dinners to include homemade sausage, sometime venison, sometimes from other meat. That is actually the only context in which I have had deer sausage.
The band at my high school used to raise money by selling homemade sausage. Having heard the stories of the conditions under which it was made (on a Saturday, in the school cafeteria), I am shocked that no one ever died from it. Somehow I suspect that this particular fundraiser is no longer available...
I wouldn't have the heart to kill something that close to me on the evolutionary scale, but for me it would just be sport. I'd be just as happy hiking through the woods, as long as I didnt' have to worry about someone thinking _I_ was a deer, and sending me home to Jesus.
If any "activists" were to follow those hunters with cowbells, I suspect it might be their last trip out.
But I guess it's even worse in Maine. I know a woman who hit a moose. It totalled her car. The moose got up, shook his head, and walked off.
"paid the ultimate price."
I've also had some motor vehicle/cattle cases, including one that just resulted in a malpractice case against one of our big plaintiff firms. Two deaths (three, if you count the steer), one personal injury (the driver of the Camaro, who I was defending). Nobody id'ed the owner of the steer until, to weeks before trial, he came forward on his own, long after the limitations period had expired.
Even worse than seeing one stand beside the road and hoping they stay there is one that darts out in front of you that you did not see. The last time I saw that, I was grateful no one was behind me because I stopped my car in the middle of the highway looking for more and would have hit the second one if I had continued as normal. The third one that came out a few seconds later stopped when it saw me sitting there with my bright lights on.