Several years ago, I was out on a ride with my young lady when a car whizzed past us. A bit further along the road was a freshly dead pheasant, obviously the result of said car. Straight into the saddlebag and later into a very nice casserole - !
I may have recounted this story before, but a mate of mine and his wife had been driving home in seperate cars along a certain road a short time apart.
"did you see that huge dog that had been run over?"
"it wasn't a dog"
... pause, narrowing of eyes...
"you've got it in the boot haven't you?"
Some time later a deer is being butchered in their conservatory when the phone rings
"Estate Agent here. We'd like to bring this couple round to see your house in an hour"
Hurried mopping of the Texas chainsaw massacre scene then wrapping up the deer carcass in an old carpet in the garage leaving its paws sticking out and hoping it's not noticed
must have escaped from a neighbour.
