Yeserday was my lucky day, I hit a deer.

No really, I was stoked.

Luckily somebody else popped it earlier and I merely ran over it again while looking at two other deer. I pulled over like wtf, got out and felt that it was still slightly warm and quickly threw it into the back of the truck!

I had a mountain of paperwork waiting for me when I got home, but I still had time to hang that little guy and skin it. Free meat!

I used to ride my motorcycle to the Ridgefield Wildlife Refuge. It is on the banks of the Columbia River. Along the River is a narrow strip of trees, then a dike with a dirt road at the base, then a field. Every evening, just before sunset, a herd of deer leaves the trees, goes over the dike and into the field. There might be as few as 6 or 7 or up to about 20 of them.

I used to ride towards the deer on the dirt road, fairly slowly until the herd panicked and tried to return to the trees, then I would hit the throttle and get between the deer and the trees and the chase was on.

The overriding instinct in a deer is to outrun a threat. So even though if they stopped running in the direction of the bike, I would have quickly passed them, they will instead run right along side you trying to get in front of you before crossing the dike. Many a time, I've had them running right beside me close enough to kick them if I wanted. You have to be on the throttle to not allow them to get their eye in front of the front wheel or they will cut right in front of you.

I had to wait about two weeks between chases or the deer would start running too soon. But for about 8 years from early Spring to Fall, I would have these chases about twice a month, probably over 100 times. I was probably one of the world's foremost experts on chasing deer on a motorcycle.

My Dad used to live for the deer hunt and I had quit hunting and he asked me why. When I told him what I did instead, all he could do was shake his head and think "what did I do wrong."

Oh, and I sold my bikes in the mid 90's so the Statute of Limitations has run out on my past.

Frank: It sounds like your lucky it didn't got bonanza in the car!

I had just been thinking earlier that day, I wish I'd got another deer this year.

Mike: As a long time rider, that's scary as hell. Haven been a (young & stupid at times) biker definitely makes me think back about how very lucky I am to be here in such good shape.

The bulge in my now healed collar bone is a good reminder.

wrapped one around the front of my motorcycle once. Killed the deer and didn't go down. I can relate to the "lucky day" thing.

:laugh: :laugh: Reminds me of something funny. Driving down a busy highway, we see a racoon get hit, and my bubby who sold furs hollered for me to pull over. I pull over and he gets the coon before it gets hit again. Said it was his luky day since it only a head wound, he'll also sell the meat. :) About an hour later, I hear 'Achoo' and think nothing of it. A bit later I hear it again, then later a third time. :blink: We look at each other and both say "It wasn't me." Look in th eback seat and Mr. Coon is sitting there like a person in the center of the seat, looking at the view and rubbing his head! :woohoo: We stopped and he turned the coon back into a 'money maker'. :(