The Suicidal Coyote Attacks My Car
On the way home from the valley tonight, I was cruising back to my little town, doing the speed limit of 55 MPH, when a Coyote runs across the road from my left. I'm in the right lane. I have a good 1/2 mile between me and the cars behind me, so I stab the brakes HARD!!!. I get it down to about 40 MPH, but I can't, turn to the right much, and left is where the animal is coming from, so I can't move in that direction, and the dumbass runs right in front of my car, turns and looks at me, and stops.
Just friggin stops! I was still going as far to the right as I could, but I hit him on the drivers corner big time. Busted the front plastics all to hell, my drivers side foglight is GONE , somewhere in pieces on the highway.
My car looks worse than a certain cobra that rear ended another car last year.
The Coyote was at least as big as a small German Sheperd, probably 40-50 pounds.
I'll post pictures in the morning, I'm just bummed out completely. Why'd the bastard have to choose me to commit suicide? Makes me wonder why I haven't gone hunting in so long, time to thin the pack a little
EDIT: Here are the pics I just took, I'll replace them tomorrow when I have some real light. Crap!
On the way home from the valley tonight, I was cruising back to my little town, doing the speed limit of 55 MPH, when a Coyote runs across the road from my left. I'm in the right lane. I have a good 1/2 mile between me and the cars behind me, so I stab the brakes HARD!!!. I get it down to about 40 MPH, but I can't, turn to the right much, and left is where the animal is coming from, so I can't move in that direction, and the dumbass runs right in front of my car, turns and looks at me, and stops.
Just friggin stops! I was still going as far to the right as I could, but I hit him on the drivers corner big time. Busted the front plastics all to hell, my drivers side foglight is GONE , somewhere in pieces on the highway.
My car looks worse than a certain cobra that rear ended another car last year.
The Coyote was at least as big as a small German Sheperd, probably 40-50 pounds.
I'll post pictures in the morning, I'm just bummed out completely. Why'd the bastard have to choose me to commit suicide? Makes me wonder why I haven't gone hunting in so long, time to thin the pack a little
EDIT: Here are the pics I just took, I'll replace them tomorrow when I have some real light. Crap!
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