Rick’s post on Donna the Deer Lady reminded me of the time one of my drivers hit one
It wasn’t late but it was dark, I got a phone call from the driver that he’d hit a deer on the Seaview Rd (that’s the road to my brothers house, now flooded, made famous by our E.P. Kings president Cheeky Watson)
Off I go, in the Landrover (a Defender, tow anything anywhere) to look for them, it’s a rural area no street lighting and as I said very dark, found them and towed them home.
Much too late to assess the damage, park the cars and only then did I ask ‘where’s the deer?’
The idiots hadn’t even loaded it into the back of the van so that I could at least have a month or twos biltong for my troubles, a sad story indeed 😦
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My dear old Dad was travelling through The New Forest many years ago, when cars were not designed in such a crash proof way. His mate was driving, but not particularly rapidly. All of a sudden, there was a huge bang and a deer’s arse broke through the windscreen. Fortunately only the dear was injured (fatally as it happened) but the car was a write off. In this case, the rozzers made off with the carcase, so they did not get to dine on venison steaks either!
Sitting by the roadside checking a map in a small village in Slovakia this summer we suddenly saw a deer leap out of a nearby garden right onto the road. Any vehicule moving at that point would have hit it. Road signs can’t prevent that.
On a couple of occasions recently I have seen a single deer grazing amongst a flock of sheep in a field. The deer seems completely unfazed by human presence.
I feel like telling it that its disguise isn’t as good as it might think.
And, yes, it is a deer not a llama on sentry duty.
At breakfast recently at my regular place the table of eight was polled regarding local deer hits, everyone had hit at least one deer, some had hit as many as four, my score of two plus one “nudge” was not in any way unusual. Usually they happen in the early evening during this time of year (the Rut) or at the beginning of the hunting season when the deer have been disturbed by hunters. In no way restricted to the back roads almost daily there are dead deer on the main roadside, often being picked over by the eagles or turkey vultures. One observation, if a deer scoots across the road just ahead, slow down quickly as you can almost bet at least two more will follow closely behind it.
FEEG: No one seems to stop to collect them here (not even the police).
Soutie: I’m up for a towing contest anytime. 🙂
FEEG, but I am a bit taken aback by your callous attitude towards your poor, departed, old dad.
Sipu: I thought that, but considered it better not to bring attention to it. 🙂
Soutie, leaving aside the dodgy nomenclature vis-a-vis deer and antelopes, did it occur to you that perhaps something a little more sinister had been hit by the driver of the bakkie? Either that, or they had hidden it for later retrieval.
Hi LW, it was the thought of the rozzers tucking in to a haunch of Old Mr FEEG that really distressed me.
Sipu: Hard to believe even in this wicked age, isn’t it?
Sipu: Whoops. I blame the aperitif large Scotch forced on me by Mrs FEEG!. Of course it was a DEER’S arse that came through the windscreen! My dear old Dad lived on for many years after this incident!
FEEG. I am delighted to hear it. Time for a large Scotch for me.
Deer really are suicidal. I haven’t yet an an accident involving one, but there have been some close-calls.
I did, however, once plough over a hawk.
On a point of hitting deer or other wild life, If you do hit an animal you are not allowed to pick it up and take it home. However if you see a dead anilnal that has been hit by another person you are allowed to take it home.
Strange laws.
It is when you lose to the deer, a very sad tale, it went thus…………….
Many years ago now when I lived in Stonor above Henley on Thames in the Chilterns we (MkII & I) were wending our way home exceptionally slowly and very late. One has to admit very well oiled!!
The road are sunken there into the chalk with 4′ banks and hedges above that. There was a flash of antlers a great crashing on the bonnet, a flash of white belly, thunderous noise on the roof. (by this time we had ground to a full halt) A repeat tarantella on the boot and a victorious buck, very well pleased with himself for vanquishing such a craven enemy who roared off down the road full of beans.
We sat there in totally stunned silence for at least 5 minutes trying to gather our wits, continued home and went to bed. Far too pissed to see the car let alone the damage!
Next morning we duly inspected wonderful complete sets of hoofprints on every horizontal metal surface, better than fingerprints your honour.
Unfortunately it was a brand new, less than a week old, company car!!! Ooops, that went down like a lead balloon! They really were just a tiny bit miffed, of course, no one believed him until he insisted all and sundry inspected it in the car park before its departure for the body shop. Needless to say the more uncharitable attributed the hoofprints to the devil rather than a deer!
Noticeably they never gave him a new car again, funny that!
Lots of deer hereabouts. The C**nt shoots them. 😦
Howzit everyone, seems like we all have a dear deer story 🙂
Some jolly good reads and comments