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It's been a while since the last serious deer incident, so I guess it was overdue....
Drove down the driveway at about 5:20 to go to a meeting at Town Hall and there was a pick-up truck parked right at the bottom, facing up, headlights right in my eyes. Got a little closer and I guess I saw the deer because it moved -- it had been lying right in front of the truck -- now it was staggering to its feet and disappeared up the hill into the woods around our house.
I got out and went down to see what was going on. It seems there had been a deer/truck collision. The guy had already called the police, just to be on the safe side, it being the second day of deer season and there are lots rules, including ones for when you have a deer in the back of your truck. He seemed a nice fellow, figured the deer wasn't long for this life, and if that was the case, well, he could certainly put the carcass to good use.
Whereas Gail and I wouldn't have a clue.
And then a friend of his showed up in another truck. And the police.
The police didn't seem to need to stick around. My guess is that reporting it to the police gave the guy cover in case, if he did find the deer and was driving it home and got stopped by another police, he'd have some documentation that he legitimately had the carcass with him.
So we started a quick search, "we" because it was in both our interests to find the deer. I bailed shortly to get to my meeting, but not before filling Gail in on what was going on.
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After dinner I got out my good headlight and went out to search a bit. Reminded me of my rogaine days, except I had neither a map or a partner. Searched the area reasonably close to the house. Nothing.
And then called the guy up. They had searched for quite a while, no luck. They would probably come back in the morning. Said he hated to leave a dying animal like that.
I'm scared of hunters in general. But these two were OK.