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I didn't kill it, just watched in amazement..... An acquaintance, back in my Kodiak days of the early 80's, woke me up a little after 2 am, (right after the bars closed curiously enough) banging on my door. As I grumpily opened the door and asked him what in Sam Hill he thought he was doing, he shouted he needed to borrow a knife, fast. It was then I heard banging in his Volkswagon Bug parked in my driveway. I ran and got a knife and watched him dive in a back door, and an even bigger ruckus broke out and there was a lot of cussing and yelling. Then he finally stumbled out all covered in blood. I said, "What the?" "Did you just kill somebody?" And he told me the whole story. He'd been driving home out the road from his favorite local bar And as he got to Bells Flats he noticed a deer along the side of the road. His favorite beverage had affected his judgement to the point he decided this was an easy way to get some fresh venison for him and his girlfriend. He purposely swerved and clipped it, jumped out, threw it in the back seat, and headed on home only to have the deer come to life. As I lived nearby, all he could think to do was wake me for a knife to finish the job. He paid a price, with a mess in the back seat, a black eye, and numerous bruises and cuts where the deer had kicked him in the struggle. But he got his venison. I went back to bed told my wife what happened, then tried to convince myself I'd been dreaming.
15 years or so ago, I didn't fill my deer tag during our week long hunt that we did in Idaho. As I'm driving toward home and almost out of the part of the unit that was open I saw a big doe at the top of a 50' cliff above the road. I stopped, jumped out with my muzzleloader intending on filling my tag. When she noticed me scurrying across the road to get to a legal spot to shoot, she just came unglued, jumped up, stumbled, and fell off the cliff. She broke her neck in the fall, and dead instantly.So I punched my tag on a deer that hadn't been shot and ate well for that winter! To this day I wish I could have gotten that on video.
Not as interesting as some but my Wyoming buck this year died in the center of this picture, tumbled probably 30 yards and free fell a good 20ft, then kicked his way away from a sink hole. Pretty interesting country never hunted anything like it.
A memorable one I had was back in 98'. I was duck hunting a little beaver pond and I had a 3x3 walk out into the pond. He was going to try to chase off the ducks I guess. When my decoys didn't move he walked over to one and started sniffing it. I had two slugs on me and it was during modern rifle season. I changed out my round and dropped him standing next to my decoys in the pond. I drug him across the pond over to where my boat was and dressed him out with my pocket knife.
