Well, I suppose the statute of limitations has expired...
Years ago, we had so much snow that we could not stay in the deer woods for the week as we usually did and had to commute back and forth every day from my buddy's parent's house. Nearing home one evening, a yearling doe came out of the ditch, crouched low like she was trying to get under the headlights. I saw her in time to say, "Wa..." and we hit her. The first time the driver saw the deer was when it was skidding down the road like a hockey puck.
Not a one of us in the car had an anterless deer tag but we knew that my buddy's Dad did. He says, "Let's throw it in the trunk." I opined it was not a good idea. He insisted. I argued.
Well, steam from the radiator was leaking out under the hood and I told him, "Well, we better do something pretty quick or we're gonna have more trouble."
So, the doe goes in the trunk, the lads get back in the car and off we go. We come pulling into the parent's yard and pile out of the car. My buddy's Dad is out getting firewood and sees the damage. Buddy runs up and says, "Dad! We hit a deer up the road!" Dad says, "Well, where is it?" "In the trunk."
We all move to the rear of the car where we find a slightly open trunk and no deer.
Dad turns to the driver and very calmly asks, "You boys been drinkin'?"
Well, we allowed that we did have an 'end of the day nip' but it wasn't really an issue in this case. So, we pile into Dad's International Scout and retrace our steps to see at which point the deer got off. We were within 30 yards of the original accident site when we spotted the hind legs sticking over the snowbank on the side of the road and recovered a very dead doe.
We decided we weren't very good at it and ended our poaching career on the spot.
