I've never been a big fan of deer hunting. Maybe I never saw the point, or was sensitive to the poor helpless creatures. With the events of this morning, though, I am here to say:
Shoot the f***ing bastards. Shoot them all. Every last g**damm one.
On my way to work this morning (ten minute commute), doing 45mph on a thin stretch of Geneva Road in Provo, UT, a deer jumped out in front of me. There was no time to stop, no time for anything. I didn't even fully get out an expletive before it crushed the front of my car.
As I was driving my cherished massive 1985 Buick LeSabre Collector's Edition sedan, it didn't even slow. It plowed the idiot animal right off the road and kept going. You have to give it points for being a tank; deer 0, Buick 1, right?
Not so much.
The whole front is trashed. The grill is simply gone; the fiberglass framing and headlight surround is a shattered, unsaveable mess. The hood ornament and nose is snapped and buckled in. It looks like the evaporator, after spending over $1,600 on redoing the whole original R12 AC system, is smashed up and leaking. All the front plastic and metal supports are snapped, crushed and hanging...
This couldn't have happened at a worse time. We have no money; we're barely getting by. It would cost at least a few thousand dollars to patch her back up using mismatched used parts. She still runs, but it's obviously illegal drive around like that. Not to mention any possible further serious damage that could be done which I haven't noticed yet in my two-minute inspection. What a wonderful time to be down to one car- when me and my wife are both looking for work, and I still don't know how I'm going to pay the mortgage this month.
So after pulling my 14.5 hour shift here today, I get to drive my Buick home and park it, maybe forever. We'll pull the insurance off it and let it rot until some unknown rich uncle dies or I sell it for parts. I remember seeing it for the first time at the sunny airport in California, and driving it home happily across Death Valley. I was starting to feel really excited and lucky that I'd gotten a hold of one, now that the prices are skyrocketing as they get increasingly rare. A rust-free 23-year-old car, one owner, good paint and no mechanical flaws; it was a few bits of trim away from being the perfect head-turner.
Now it's scrap.
Go deer hunting. I don't care if you cook the meat, mount the horns, or just like playing Grim Reaper. Track down and end the life of every one of those b**tards. And if you happen to be driving down Geneva Road anytime today, and spot a large deer on the east side of the road with broken chrome sticking out of it....
...stop and kick it in the head for me, will you?
Shoot the f***ing bastards. Shoot them all. Every last g**damm one.
On my way to work this morning (ten minute commute), doing 45mph on a thin stretch of Geneva Road in Provo, UT, a deer jumped out in front of me. There was no time to stop, no time for anything. I didn't even fully get out an expletive before it crushed the front of my car.
As I was driving my cherished massive 1985 Buick LeSabre Collector's Edition sedan, it didn't even slow. It plowed the idiot animal right off the road and kept going. You have to give it points for being a tank; deer 0, Buick 1, right?
Not so much.
The whole front is trashed. The grill is simply gone; the fiberglass framing and headlight surround is a shattered, unsaveable mess. The hood ornament and nose is snapped and buckled in. It looks like the evaporator, after spending over $1,600 on redoing the whole original R12 AC system, is smashed up and leaking. All the front plastic and metal supports are snapped, crushed and hanging...
This couldn't have happened at a worse time. We have no money; we're barely getting by. It would cost at least a few thousand dollars to patch her back up using mismatched used parts. She still runs, but it's obviously illegal drive around like that. Not to mention any possible further serious damage that could be done which I haven't noticed yet in my two-minute inspection. What a wonderful time to be down to one car- when me and my wife are both looking for work, and I still don't know how I'm going to pay the mortgage this month.
So after pulling my 14.5 hour shift here today, I get to drive my Buick home and park it, maybe forever. We'll pull the insurance off it and let it rot until some unknown rich uncle dies or I sell it for parts. I remember seeing it for the first time at the sunny airport in California, and driving it home happily across Death Valley. I was starting to feel really excited and lucky that I'd gotten a hold of one, now that the prices are skyrocketing as they get increasingly rare. A rust-free 23-year-old car, one owner, good paint and no mechanical flaws; it was a few bits of trim away from being the perfect head-turner.
Now it's scrap.
Go deer hunting. I don't care if you cook the meat, mount the horns, or just like playing Grim Reaper. Track down and end the life of every one of those b**tards. And if you happen to be driving down Geneva Road anytime today, and spot a large deer on the east side of the road with broken chrome sticking out of it....
...stop and kick it in the head for me, will you?