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Watch out for the deer ... and good luck
November 15, 2010 - Neil Rudel
I am not a hunter. I feed the door, not shoot them.
But I appreciate the outdoors and think it would be a peaceful and challenging experience to track down one down and, I guess, shoot it.
And though I don't see myself ever actually doing it, my acceptance toward the sport grows each time I drive our nation's highways, particularly at this time of the year.
En route to Columbus for the Penn State massacre, er, game, Cory Giger and I witnessed one dead deer after another along Route 70 in Pennsylvania, West Virginia and Ohio.
I lost count after 30 and can safely say I have never seen that many dead deer on one stretch of road.
If deer must live such an existence that results in tragic death -- that jeopardizes the lives of drivers and passengers -- having them shot and ultimately harvested is a better alternative.
I have hit a couple of deer. Proceeding North on Logan Boulevand one year following a Thanksgiving meal (mine, not hers) a deer charged out of the woods and slammed into my vehicle.
Neither of us ever had a chance. I hit the deer hard but did not kill it. Instead, her legs were broken, and she had to be shot by state police, which arrived shortly thereafter.
Buck season starts two weeks from today. Good luck.