Since last spring, when gas prices started getting uber-outrageous, I've been riding my bike to work not infrequently—on average, 2-3 times a week.
Yesterday was my last day doing so, what with daylight savings time ending this weekend, lacking a headlight, and fear of getting doored in the dark on the ride home.
Anywho, on the ride home yesterday afternoon, I nearly hit an 8-point buck. This is in the city of Chicago, mind you.
That's not something you see every day.
I wonder if, on the drive home today, I'll see a cougar?
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If you hit the buck you get to keep the meat! This is the ONLY reason I have ever wanted a car.
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