Yeserday was my lucky day, I hit a deer.

No really, I was stoked.

Luckily somebody else popped it earlier and I merely ran over it again while looking at two other deer. I pulled over like wtf, got out and felt that it was still slightly warm and quickly threw it into the back of the truck!

I had a mountain of paperwork waiting for me when I got home, but I still had time to hang that little guy and skin it. Free meat!

Frank: It sounds like your lucky it didn't got bonanza in the car!

I had just been thinking earlier that day, I wish I'd got another deer this year.

Mike: As a long time rider, that's scary as hell. Haven been a (young & stupid at times) biker definitely makes me think back about how very lucky I am to be here in such good shape.

The bulge in my now healed collar bone is a good reminder.

wrapped one around the front of my motorcycle once. Killed the deer and didn't go down. I can relate to the "lucky day" thing.

:laugh: :laugh: Reminds me of something funny. Driving down a busy highway, we see a racoon get hit, and my bubby who sold furs hollered for me to pull over. I pull over and he gets the coon before it gets hit again. Said it was his luky day since it only a head wound, he'll also sell the meat. :) About an hour later, I hear 'Achoo' and think nothing of it. A bit later I hear it again, then later a third time. :blink: We look at each other and both say "It wasn't me." Look in th eback seat and Mr. Coon is sitting there like a person in the center of the seat, looking at the view and rubbing his head! :woohoo: We stopped and he turned the coon back into a 'money maker'. :(