Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Seasons of the Road Kill: The 9-pointer
In my last post I mentioned the pace at work, which had been deadline intensive since the summer. We’re in the process of delivering our new 200K+ SF building, with construction finished in August and interior fit out in progress through December - then the 300+ tenants will move in. I needed a break, so I scheduled a week of vacation at Hawksbill Cabin last week to get in some hiking and enjoy the change in the weather by sitting outside on the brick terrace.
Mary joined me after a few days, and we planned a scouting trip up to the new Woodstock Brew House, one of the Valley’s newest craft brewers. To get there, we climb over the New Market gap on US 211 and then take the Valley Pike, US 11, north for 20 miles or so. Maybe it is a long way to go for dinner, but here in the Valley, the drive is worth it for the unique experiences offered.
As we exited the town of Edinburg headed north – and less than five miles to go to our destination – a very large buck appeared ahead. We caught sight of him just as he crossed the center line into our lane, I saw how big he was and barely made out the right side of his rack – seeing more than four points.
What a beautiful buck, I thought to myself, while stepping on the brakes. It is hunting season and rut is on, so they are on the move. This guy ended up being a 9-pointer, really in his prime, and confidently strolling across the highway. We ended up catching him square between the front and rear quarters.
We limped the Equinox off to the side of the road and began taking care of the logistics of the accident – neither one of us were hurt and the air bags didn’t deploy – so we called 911 for assistance and to report everything. An EMT from the fire department was dispatched, followed by a state trooper.
Meanwhile, the folks in the car behind us had seen the whole thing. They are hunters, and called a friend to be at the ready to take the deer if he’d survived, which I doubted at the time. They got permission from the trooper and went to put the buck out of his misery, telling us their plan was to take the meat and donate it to a food pantry.
Eventually the car was towed – a punctured radiator and no headlights had rendered it inoperable. We’re still in the process of working through the insurance issues, but we did go back and clean out our personal items, and took the tags, as instructed.
We’ll see where it goes.