Hey Joe -- 

Early one dark February morning many years ago, as I drove north to go ice-fishing in Minnesota, the truck ahead of me clipped a deer and it kept on going.  I stopped and walked up to the deer lying in the road with a broken neck.  I called a warden, got a permit to take the deer, hauled it off the road and dressed it, and took it home. 

Friends laughed and said the deer would taste awful on account of all the twigs in its diet this late in the winter.  How wrong they were!  It was the best road kill I've ever had!  Very good venison!


I know this is off topic, but your picture and caption recalled this event.

prouboy