So I am driving south from Dallas and several hundred miles down the road I’m going through some great large ranch deer country. I have been making this drive several times a year since 1978 and not once I have I seen any deer. Well, on Good Friday, I saw my first deer ever on this route.

…and I promptly hit it with my truck and killed it.

Fortunately, the truck was still drivable, bashed in the right side of the front bumper and knocked loose some of the plastic that now goes on vehicles. I’ll have it in the shop next week.

The good news is, I have a new deer lease in Mills County and will heading there tomorrow to look for promising shooting lanes and setting up feeders and cameras. At some point I hope to pop some feral hogs with my Mini G.