February 28th, 2008 § 0 comments

It’s quite an unsettling feeling. I’ve never really felt quite like it.
I’ve run over a rabbit before, but they’re small and don’t do any damage so they go under the wheels and you think ‘oh, dear’, and that’s it. You forget about it.

But this time it wasn’t a rabbit. It was a deer. I think it was a muntjac, and fortunately, for both of us I think, I hit it’s head at about 50(ish)mph.

But, because of the thump it makes and the size of it lay in the road I couldn’t just keep driving and think about something else. I had to face what I did and move it out the way, see it twitch and watch the small stream of blood from it’s mouth get larger as it trickled down the hill.

I’ve always been of the view that if I can eat it, then I can’t be squeamish, or not face up to the realities of where the meat actually comes from. It’s one thing to say it, but to look into the eyes of a deer I have killed while it twitched for a minute or two (hopefully already unconscious) is not something I wish to do too often.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

What's this?

You are currently reading Roadkill at Sim-O.