Kamikaze Gangster Thugs
Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 2:27 pm
The kamikaze deer almost succeeded on their 3rd attack.
There I was driving down the highway at 65 MPH in my hopped up Saturn Wagun (that's how you spell wagon when it's a souped up model like mine) when the gang of thugs spotted me and made their plans...
They split up so I was surrounded as I approached a narrow corridor, bounded on one side by the mighty river and on the other by a jagged rock cliff.
Yes, it looked dire.
I eased off on the throttle, expecting that with the phenomenal handling of the Wagun that I might be able to thread the needle so to speak... Alas, the big fellow on my left saw my plan and turned, just in time to place the bulk of his body directly, squarely, perfectly centered in front of the hot rod.
I had enough time for these words to vocalize in my head "Here it is" ... A grand crunch, resounding thump and I expected to feel the weight of the whitetail on my chest, on my lap, knowing that after he sacrificed his life in the kamikaze attack by going through the window all of his buddies were coming in after him to get me.
But the thugs were foiled! The graceful and swooping curves of my high-end vehicle were beyond their experience apparently! They don't see such exquisitely designed machinery in these parts due to the slightly economically depressed nature of the job market here.
It took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn't being buffeted by the wind through the broken windshield, nor feeling the normally vegetarian incisors of the whitetail gang upon my tender flesh... The windshield and the car were still intact! I heard buck grunts and yells of anger to my rear as they realized that I had once again escaped their attack!
How did this happen, you might ask... Welpers, the engineers at Saturn apparently took these vicious thugs into account as they designed the graceful curves of the hood and the symmetry with the roof panels. This is as good as I have come up with : The deer placed himself so perfectly centered that as I smacked his legs out from underneath his bulky body he thumped hard on the first 2 feet of the engine hood, then bounced clean over the roof of the Wagun. After I got home I checked, and no hair, no other marks upon the Saturn. Just a slight crunchy mark at the front of the hood. No radiator damage, no broken lights. You can't even really tell that he hit the hood from several meters away. He was a big one too.
I'm working on a deer-guard bumper that incorporates a razor sharp matrix in the shape of the best cuts, along with a wrapping station about "midships" and a deep-freeze compartment at the rear of the Wagun. The biggest challenge that I foresee is shaping the freezer compartment large enough for 2 of them...
These Gangster Thugs never travel alone.
Does anyone know any tried and true methods of warding these gangs off? The deer whistle thingies are a joke. They attract them.
There I was driving down the highway at 65 MPH in my hopped up Saturn Wagun (that's how you spell wagon when it's a souped up model like mine) when the gang of thugs spotted me and made their plans...
They split up so I was surrounded as I approached a narrow corridor, bounded on one side by the mighty river and on the other by a jagged rock cliff.
Yes, it looked dire.
I eased off on the throttle, expecting that with the phenomenal handling of the Wagun that I might be able to thread the needle so to speak... Alas, the big fellow on my left saw my plan and turned, just in time to place the bulk of his body directly, squarely, perfectly centered in front of the hot rod.
I had enough time for these words to vocalize in my head "Here it is" ... A grand crunch, resounding thump and I expected to feel the weight of the whitetail on my chest, on my lap, knowing that after he sacrificed his life in the kamikaze attack by going through the window all of his buddies were coming in after him to get me.
But the thugs were foiled! The graceful and swooping curves of my high-end vehicle were beyond their experience apparently! They don't see such exquisitely designed machinery in these parts due to the slightly economically depressed nature of the job market here.
It took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn't being buffeted by the wind through the broken windshield, nor feeling the normally vegetarian incisors of the whitetail gang upon my tender flesh... The windshield and the car were still intact! I heard buck grunts and yells of anger to my rear as they realized that I had once again escaped their attack!
How did this happen, you might ask... Welpers, the engineers at Saturn apparently took these vicious thugs into account as they designed the graceful curves of the hood and the symmetry with the roof panels. This is as good as I have come up with : The deer placed himself so perfectly centered that as I smacked his legs out from underneath his bulky body he thumped hard on the first 2 feet of the engine hood, then bounced clean over the roof of the Wagun. After I got home I checked, and no hair, no other marks upon the Saturn. Just a slight crunchy mark at the front of the hood. No radiator damage, no broken lights. You can't even really tell that he hit the hood from several meters away. He was a big one too.
I'm working on a deer-guard bumper that incorporates a razor sharp matrix in the shape of the best cuts, along with a wrapping station about "midships" and a deep-freeze compartment at the rear of the Wagun. The biggest challenge that I foresee is shaping the freezer compartment large enough for 2 of them...
These Gangster Thugs never travel alone.
Does anyone know any tried and true methods of warding these gangs off? The deer whistle thingies are a joke. They attract them.

