
Oh, my. Yes, that was a tad offensive...but I loved every second of it! I think I may have said similar things when I had one come out of the marsh and bounce off the corner of my bumper when my truck was brand spanking new. At least it didn't do any damage to my truck, and the deer just kept going. Although, I did want to ask why he didn't just get a hunting license... My sister got her deer while I was up at camp, and she messaged me last night to tell me she saved me about a pound and a half of stew meat. Mmm! Venison stew!