I live in a pretty typical suburban area. In the evenings I often have 3 to 4 deer in my small backyard. Kinda cool.
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Screw the deer, it's still likely to be at least $1K5+ in front end damage. You can't even replace a grill and headlight for much less than that these days unless you DIY at a junkyard.I guess sometimes you have to follow up a load of buckshot with a buckstab.
As far as hitting one with a car goes, those small deers (deer) just disintegrate when bulldozed with a SUV. One instant there's a deer in the road, the next just a ragged spray of fragments.
dafuq? No pics or the girl?
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It's a wallpaper I downloaded a couple years ago(I got two). Neither shows the girl.
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And I would never withhold Scotch. Just sayin'.
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Damn, I love that pic. Put it on the desktop, waiting for the kid to use my pc.
Is that a Bat?hehe
And I would never withhold Scotch. Just sayin'.
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Damn, I love that pic. Put it on the desktop, waiting for the kid to use my pc.
I read this last week, and while I'm not a hunter, I do know better than to approach a wounded wild animal. And black powder muzzle loading rifles have under 1000 fps velocity.
Is that the weight of .50 cal round ball? I thought that shot of that size were heavier then that. While the deer may or may not get back up, They are still alive enough to seriously injury or even kill hunters foolish enough to get too close before it is dead.No deer is getting up from a properly placed 50 caliber 245 grain black powder rifle shot.
Is that the weight of .50 cal round ball? I thought that shot of that size were heavier then that. While the deer may or may not get back up, They are still alive enough to seriously injury or even kill hunters foolish enough to get too close before it is dead.
I think I've told this story before... But here goes..
Back in the mid-80's, I was working on a large construction project in western Wyoming. Several thousand workers scattered across multiple jobsites...very little local housing available...So, the company bussed people from Jackson Hole, Evanston, Green River, Rock Springs, Evanston, Kemmerer, all over. Shorter runs were old dilapidated school busses, longer trips were charter-types...similar to small Greyhounds.
One night, I climbed on the bus to Rock Springs because I needed a few things that weren't available locally with the plan to spend the night in the company man camp, then ride the bus back to the job in the morning.
Part way to town, the bus hit a large bull elk. When the driver stopped to check for damage, one of the southern ironworkers got off, looked at the dead elk and exclaimed, "boys, we're having elk for supper! I'm gonna bleed this thing and throw it into the luggage bay!" About that time, the "dead" elk woke up...horned the guy in the thigh, then proceded to jump up, knocked the ironworker to the ground and tapdanced on him for a what seemed like several minutes...then trotted off like nothing had happened.
Me and another foreman climbed off the bus, made sure he was alive, I suggested throwing HIM into the luggage bay so he didn't bleed all over the bus seats...(I was over-ruled) and we continued the trip into town...
That's the wooded area behind the park & ride where you find an inexplicably large amount of men's underwear on the ground.What's a "man camp," Boomer?
That's the wooded area behind the park & ride where you find an inexplicably large amount of men's underwear on the ground.
What's a "man camp," Boomer?
What's a "man camp," Boomer?
That's the wooded area behind the park & ride where you find an inexplicably large amount of men's underwear on the ground.