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May 15, 2006



To assume that someone's just going to go home and eat the life they just took is kind of sick. Though some do this, and I'm not bashing on them, you have to realize there are other things to do with a carcass- For example: taxidermy, or maybe send it somewhere so you only get the fur, and use that for a project or something.


One of the accidents that scares me is if I would hit an animal on the road. I believe this roadkill law is just appropriate to help with the city's costing if they had to be the ones to bury the injured animal.


Thanks for stopping by, Everett and RK, and for the trackback as well, PM. The urban/wildland interface is of particular interest to me, as a conservation professional and someone who has been on wildfires in this challenging environment. Tennessee was slandered, in my opinion, by those taking cheap shots at its practical approach to animal carcass disposal. I suspect that there are fewer people in Connecticut, with its high population of urban refugees and second home owners, with the skills required to field dress a deer should they come in contact with one via collision than in other states with more intact rural traditions. I have enjoyed game birds after vehicle collisions spitted on a jack handle and roasted out on the southern African veld, and also seen what happens when a half ton Kudu bull thinks it can leap over the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.


Wow.We passed this same law in Tennessee a few years ago,and Tennessee was the laughing stock of the nation("hillbillies",rubes","Deliverence",etc.).

Everret Parker

I've hit several "large game birds" in my state and they have usually wound up on a platter in the table unless they were just too banged up. Upside: no danger of biting a pellet. Downside: a shattered bone or two.

Several years ago I was riding, in a pickup, with a friend who hit a two point buck. Bled him out on the spot and dressed and hung him in my garage. It was winter and the temps were just right. Thank heavens for brush guards. Another friend lost his life when a buck came through his windshield at 65mph. Sometimes you eat the bear. Sometimes the bear eats you.

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