Saturday night I spontaneously journeyed south to see the Korean. About an hour into the trip I saw a deer. Later I saw another deer. Later still I saw a third. At that point I was awake, and only barely so, thanks to copious amounts of the black blood AKA coffee. As the hours wore on, I started to hallucinate, seeing deer and maybe even flying squirrels trying to win at nature’s version of Frogger.
I was really becoming paranoid about getting a fresh serving of Bambi-Burgers at 80 miles-per-hour. Anyway, all those deer were alive.
At least for the moment.
On the way home I saw three of the otherwise delicious-deer decaying in ditches. (I also saw one hopping in the median, apparently searching for a sufficiently strong bumper and/or grill attached to a massive vehicle with little ability to stop quickly.)
Deer do not appear prone to Darwinism by car. No points for Darwin on that one. Also no points for the “intelligent” designers.
It seems to me that our country is desperately short of good-shooting, gun-toting, deer-killing rednecks. Ron White jokes aside, guns and bullets are much more efficient killing machines for the animals. I say this because after a kill with a gun, I don’t have take my firearm to the mechanic to have antlers and hooves removed from the radiator and new body work installed.
So do the world a favor, and shoot some deer. (And all those goddamned Canada geese.)
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