So, for months I’ve been trying to just SEE a damn deer. Hours and hours spent sitting and hiking looking for any sign of movement, taking the sight of any type of sign as a total victory and tonight… tonight one of those bastards finally showed themselves…AS I SLAMMED ON MY BRAKES.
Taking the GF for Valentine’s Day dinner when a 2-3 year old doe jumps out of the bush and RIGHT in front of my car as I’m rollin’ 60+mph on this canyon road.
Can’t find them when I want to, but almost make homemade (car made?) ground vension when I’m running late for a reservation.
Taking the GF for Valentine’s Day dinner when a 2-3 year old doe jumps out of the bush and RIGHT in front of my car as I’m rollin’ 60+mph on this canyon road.
Can’t find them when I want to, but almost make homemade (car made?) ground vension when I’m running late for a reservation.