A tagged, gutted deer laying on the side of the road would be like an early Christmas present for a backwoods type.
Not that I would know what a backwoods type is.
Personally I would have taken it home and made sure it was properly blessed, wrapped and frozen and then I would have placed ads in vegetarian newsletters everywhere to see if anyone had misplaced a deer.
A tagged, gutted deer laying on the side of the road would be like an early Christmas present for a backwoods type.
Not that I would know what a backwoods type is.
Personally I would have taken it home and made sure it was properly blessed, wrapped and frozen and then I would have placed ads in vegetarian newsletters everywhere to see if anyone had misplaced a deer.
Over 30 years ago I was working at a summer stock theatre up in Maine. One day an when an actor came to work and I noticed a dent in his car. He told me that after leaving rehearsal the night before, he hit a deer on the road home and it ran off into the woods where he searched but didn't find anything.
Months later I happened to mention the incident to him again and he said he had a confession to make. "Actually, the deer was dead and I dragged it off into the woods. The next morning I came back and butchered it.... and that's what I ate all summer!"
Hey, this was around 1974, we were fresh out of college and I don't think we were making much more than $100/week, so that deer was quite a windfall.
I joke around a lot about roadkill but anyone who knows me knows that I do not hesitate, nor do my sons, to scoop up a roadie whenever possible.
I count myself as fortunate because I have the ability to dress and butcher my own game. We save hundreds of dollars a year between what we kill and what we find.