Last night my wife came in about 8 O' Clock and informed there was a deer writhing about in the road about two hundred yards away. She thought a large truck coming in the opposite direction was the "weapon" involved. I telephoned the local constabulary, don't want to frighten the tourists, told them what was what, grabbed a gun and set off. When I got to where the deer was it was just lying there, and it had stopped wriggling. It was a fine Roebuck in it's prime. There was not a mark on it, except for the fact that someone had put it out of it's misery by running over it's head. Consequently there was a fair bit of what should have been on the inside now on the outside having been squashed out of it's mouth, and what would have been a nice set of antlers, not great but nice, was now lying broken and twisted in the road.

Whoever had finished it off had just left it lying in the middle of the road. It was a kind thought, I suppose better than just leaving it, but, why not just drag it to the side of the road at least. The Buck did not deserve the indignity of being pulverised by the monster log lorries we get on these roads. It's a shame.

Mind you the dogs don't quite see it that way, now that Roebuck has been added to the menu.

John

It is sad but to any uneducated person the best thing to do with a road injury deer is to drive on!

If they can't kill it then getting out the car is merely going to terrify the poor thing - also injured deer are bloody dangerous esp with horns.

Dogs?? Whip it's head off and get it to the game dealer pronto!

Rudyard Kipling wrote a prophetical poem about roadkill foxes...

You think it is anti-foxhunting until the last line when he mentions the new-fangled motorcar.