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Deer That Fly

    Hey, everyone. Last night I was driving on a lonely mountain road. Several deer jumped out in front of me and I really plowed into one. I had no warning, of course. If the deer had called me first I could have taken another road. At any rate, I hit the deer and watched it spinning in the air as it went by the left side of my car. It was really a weird sight and seemed to be in slow motion. The deer was dead. My car is drivable but has damage to the front bumper, grill and hood. I'll never forget the view of that deer as it went twirling past my window.
     On my preceding post I did a review of Carnivores, Dinosaur Hunter. A nice lady from Tatem Games left a comment about the post, for which I am very grateful. If you have time, check out her comment. I was especially interested to know that they are coming out with a sequel called Carnivores, Ice Age. I'll be sure to buy that one. By the way, I killed a Velociraptor on the game last night. I did it like this. I hunted during the day, when carnivores are less intense. I used a shotgun for a wider spray of pellets to help my lack of accuracy because the speed and erratic running of these creatures are incredible. Finally, I got on top of a steep hill with the Raptor below me. He was having trouble getting at me and I got off several shots. It was an adrenaline rush when he went down. I lost no time in calling for transport because he had a partner in the vicinity. A helicopter comes in and drops a big suction cup on the dude and takes it away to be stuffed for your hall of trophies. To be fair, they should give the animals a little trophy room with their kills. My aged butt would be represented 40 times in the trophy room of the allosaurus. Ha, ha.
      From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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