Last week I took the day off and spotted a crippled deer on the middle of my two east bound lanes of HWY 34 in Burlington, Iowa. I quickly pulled to the side of the road with my hazard blinkers on as to warn approaching traffic.
As I was in the process of calling officials to the scene, 3 county sheriff vehicles arrived. One deputy dispatched the deer and we tossed it on my truck tailgate. Presto, a salvage doe deer that only had two broken legs when shot.
This last Wednesday I was on duty and at one of our vehicle check stations at work when a civilian young yuppie tech rolled to a stop.
I approached the driver, a fella I know, and told him my wife roasted a possum the day before and sent two possum meat sandwiches in my lunch. He acted really excited and said, "I would really like to try that"! And quickly left after inspection.
About five minutes later he returned and I approached him with a sandwich held out to him. His expression was of total horror and he stuck his hands out and said loudly, "I just ate! I just ate"! And then he quickly sped away.
The sandwich was roast beef.