A couple of years ago I was driving home from my gf's house. It was 4:00 AM and I thought I'd take the "scenic route" through the Oakland Hills. So, there I am cruising along on the highway doing the speed limit (65) and on the other side of the freeway I see this big buck just standing there staring at me. So, I'm thinking, "What the hell is that buck doing on the freeway in Oakland, CA at 4:00 AM?". Who knows... Anyway, right as I'm about to pass him, the fvcker jumps the center divider to my side of the freeway right in my lane. I nail him right in his butt at 65 mph. Boom! I'm skidding around, my poor little mini-truck is fishtailing. I gain control and pull over on the shoulder of the freeway to inspect the damage. Right headlight, bumper, right fender, all smashed to hell; pieces of hide dangling from what's left of my grill. So I look at the buck, and this guy's trying to get up but I think both his hind legs are broken. So I think, "Hmm, maybe I should turn around, smash him again, and throw him in the back of the truck. I know my neighbor likes to cook those guys". Sounds like a plan. So, I'm getting back in my beaten little truck, and all of I sudden I hear BOOM! Tires screeching, etc. I look back, and some guy with a gigantic, jacked-up Chevy 4x4 just nailed the buck. There's guts and antlers everywhere. The buck was mutilated. So I got back into my poor little truck and limp on home. $1500 damage, could have been worse.
The one time in my life I have a chance at good, fresh road kill, some ahole has to blow it for me.