Oh....Deer!

Sarge recently had a post in which he described an early morning encounter with some deer which he managed to segue through political posts into music involving Foo Fighters finally ending up with his dancing talents. Evidently, as a dancer, he ranks right up there with Fred Astare. 

Yes, I know how to spell the man's name!

The scary part was that I was staying with him through that whole bobsled run of topics, only falling off the sled once on his choice of Foo Fighter music.  I, when I use Fighter and Music in the same sentence, am relegated to a music from a 1986 movie and an opera from Wagner. But then,  I'm not as well cultured as Le très vieux sergent de la Force aérienne. I mean he can actually speak 'ze Frawnshh!

The man has some verbal, as well as literary, chops, yes he does.  

I, on the other hand, resort to a version of the Russian Strategy in WWII on the eastern front.

"Quantity has a quality all its own."  

But, his post, did provide me with a story, including pictures of course. I'm a fighter pilot, big words confuse me.  Like their, they're and there.

So...On with the show!

In a disheartening note, world renowned huntsman, OldNFO, went hunting a couple of weeks ago and didn't see anything. Missing Spectacles not withstanding, I ventured a comment that just maybe he wasn't hunting in the right place.

About pistol range, I think

I mean, c'mon!  Around here, I regularly bag a deer.  In fact, I can't remember the last year that we didn't get one.  The gunnies on Sarge's blogroll will talk about this rifle or that (Musket in some cases, Thompson's in others), but that's not the weapon guaranteed to attract and dispatch a deer.

In my case, my family's most effective weapons are a 1995 Dodge caravan, a 1998 Dodge Caravan, a 2001 Dodge Ram pickup, a 2005 GMC Sierra, a 2005 Dodge Durango (3 Kills), a 2014 VW Tiguan,  and a 2015 BMW 325.

Kill ratio is 9 to 1.

But the war ain't over and Road Supremacy has not been achieved.  The enemy is massing forces.

juvat, that's just a few deer! Wouldn't even fill a freezer.

Oh yeah? this is about 30 degrees further right.

The highway is about a quarter mile further right, and the river (their main source of water) is on the other side.

Which usually results in:

Unfortunately, our one loss.  12 years and 226,000+ miles.  It was a good ride. 
We waited 3.5 hours for the AAA tow truck.

Fortunately, Mrs Juvat was fine.  The deer ended up in the Bar Ditch on the other side of the road.

Nothing a glass of Tempranillo and a friendly cuddle couldn't handle.

I drive that highway every day.  It's very, very rare that I don't see a deer carcass on or near the road.  

So, yes, I wish hunters every success during Deer Season and wish the season could be longer and the limit much higher.

Now if we could just do something about the Turkey's on the road. (Most of whom are in vehicles.)

Update: Sorry, forgot this picture from Sunday morning. He's inside my fence, less that 100' away.  Standing there like he owns the place.  I've walked out onto the porch and am pointing things at him.  He's just standing there! And I wonder why he tries to run in front of me?