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Posted on 06/05/2013 9:44:02 AM PDT by JoeProBono
COTTONWOOD HEIGHTS, Utah Authorities say a Utah deer was mortally wounded after she mounted a moving sport bike during rush hour.
Cottonwood Heights Police Sgt. Scott Peck says the doe dashed into traffic about 7:30 a.m. Tuesday and leaped onto the motorcycle.
Peck says the 19-year-old rider was knocked off and slid about 100 yards, while the bike kept going for about 300 yards.
The deer was disemboweled by the impact, fell from the motorcycle almost instantly and later succumbed to her injuries.
Police say the rider was wearing protective gear and appeared to suffer little more than road rash.
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I can’t stop laughing! Stop it, Joe.. right now!
You’re a hoot!!
I’m having trouble working out the actual logistics of this. Was the motorcycle sitting at a light in traffic or moving real slow? How did this doe decide, “I’m gonna mount that there metal stud” and then manage to knock the rider 100 yds (?!)
well, at least the biker was in season ..... to the deer.
This happened to my accountant in Montana about 20 years ago. He got both of his arms broken by the deer.
Traffic moving at highway speed(the motorcyclist slid the length of a football field) + deer = ugly collision. The AP writer was just trying to be clever (and failing, as usual).
I don’t think that “mounting” is the right word in this story. It seems to me that the deer was simply trying to avoid traffic and landed on the moving motorcycle.
Hey, come on - maybe she was in a hurry.
I'll bet it was something like this, only the bike was a bit faster and the deer a bit less agile. Look both ways before crossing the street, Bambi.
Some other deer had to put her up to it.
“Jump in fronta that bike. Do it. You’ll give that human a good scare. I dare ya.”
Few years ago a stallion jumped over a fence
and slammed into a pickup truck and
crashed it off the road.
Story reminds me of this video.
A quickie on the run can be hazardous to anyone or anything’s health.
Hold muh cud and watch this!
A female deer was doing the mounting? Interesting.
Cue up the Sound of Music . . .
Doe, a deer, a female deer, tried to mount a moving bike . . .
I have been a biker for 40 years, and this has never happened to me.
The best I could ever do was have a small Tornado go right through my front forks, flipping the bike and spinning it on the gear shift lever with the engine still running, somewhat reminiscent of a food processor.
I had the presence of mind to leap off the bike, and was picked up off the street by two Rastafarians who wrapped their own T-shirts around my road rashed arms, righted the Harley, put me on it and sent me home the 10 miles in first gear, in the pouring rain and dime-sized hail. This occurred at the extreme western corner of the Bermuda Triangle, at the corner of State Road 7 and Oakland Park Blvd, in the “Rough Section” of Town.
Other than that, nothing interesting ever happens to me.
Wow. That was a great experience. You had an angel with you that day. Reminds me of the time up in NY, when a tornado...about 2 -3 stories high came through our flea market. I was naive about them. When everyone saw it, they went for cover in the cars, whereever. What did I do? I ran to the cashbox table and threw myself over it. Watching the tarps and stuff fly as the tornado went by. It missed me almost completely. Everyone was stunned and told me I was nuts. I was. I know better now. lol
Let's see...white tail, black tail, muley, caribou, fallow deer...I've heard of all these. Never heard of a Utah deer.
Oh...I get it. More lazy writing by one of today's so-called "journalists", none of whom see to have passed 3rd grade Language Arts.
Scouts Out! Cavalry Ho!
Oh..Yes! To this day I refer to the Rastamen as “My Dreadlocked Angels”. I even went back to the neighborhood to thank them, and NOBODY knew who they were.
I think they REALLY were angels, mon.
You had then too, obviously! :-)
Dumbass deer. They have become vermin around here.
I had one big buck attack my pickup truck a year or so ago.
Came from behind as I was accelerating after I passed his group on the side of the road and head butted my door/ fender.
If I was riding a motorcycle, I’d have been impaled.
Whenever I ride where deer are likely I get paranoid. A friend of mine was killed on his Ultra Classic by a deer in a low-speed collision. Some will say that Deer Whistles don’t work, but I put them on my bike and I swear by them. Without whistles I would practically be on top of the deer before they saw or heard me. With the whistles I could see them raise their heads, look in my direction, and run off (away from me) more than 100 yards in advance.
Mandatory helmet law for deer.
There, fixed it.
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Reminds of a joke involving a randy native American. Punch line was: “Ass too high, run too fast.”
I would consider that sufficient excitement, myself.
Not living in deer county but with some knowledge of deer, but do those does really try to mount anything?
Well....let’s put it this way:
I am SO rebellious that, even though I have been a biker and a rock musician for 40 years, I have absolutely NO ink.
However, if i ever decide to take the plunge, I have already designed my first tat...a tornado going through my front forks.
But I have also slid down the emergency slide of a 757, flew in a helicopter over an erupting volcano, flew and antique airplane, so I have seen some excitement in my day. LOL.
It is true...and on some “Bermuda Triangle” documentaries, they put the westernmost corner right in Ft. Lauderdale, where this occurred.
As you know, everyone has a slightly different opinion of the area and “borders” of the triangle.
It happened in 2000, and there are still little scars on my arms from the road rash.
We have wolf problem in our area. But the wolf whistles seem to have a deleterious effect.
I know.... I was just busting your chops a bit. See the very tiny /kidding.
Very cool story.
Now, the other stories... cmon.
Re: the borders of the Bermuda Triangle, I have had enough strangeness happen, that though I have never visited anywhere near it, its boundaries have may fluxed enough where I suspect it may have visited me.
One year at Rolling Thunder, I was hoisted up onto the roof of a pickup truck to wave the flag, signalling over 300,000 Vietnam Vets on Harleys to start their engines.
The resulting rumble was enough to send all the streetlamps in the Pentagon Parking Lot to SHIMMY in rhythm with the Bikes.
Proudest moment of my life.
Can I get on the FReeper Motorcycle Hooligan Ping List?
I did the Hana Road (Maui) on an Iron head Sporster, Visited Harper’s Ferry, Antietam, and Gettysburg all in one day on a Superglide, And rode the entire Blue Ridge Parkway on my Harley.
Not to mention YEARS of going from Boston to DC for Rolling Thunder, and numerous day trips to Key West.
Yes...the BT Borders have been known to stalk People!
That would have been awesome to hear and feel.
WRT your earlier posts, between with the motorcyle and antique plane references, a few comments about my dad...
My dad worked a full time job and also farmed. He had a small ‘46 Taylorcraft (almost an antique by the time I had my first flight with him) and an Indian Motorcycle. In his spare time he used to race cars, barnstorm, and perform stunts at local fairs and just for the neighbors (with the motorcycle, cars and the plane). He also ski jumped (he’d practice going off the barn roof). He even had skis for the plane and would fly to competittions.
My favorite stories —
Did 19 loop de loops over our nearest unincorporated town. He told me he had wanted to do 20, but he just couldn’t do one more.
He also wanted to do a fly-thru of the Gateway Arch, St. Louis. I know he could have done it— and I’d bet he would not have stopped with out at least one loop de loop through it...
He did a tail spin with me once. I always begged him to do another one with me, but I’m guessing my mom had some words with him on the subject.
We have a picture of him touching the wheel of the plane onto the roof of a car. Many years after my father had passed, a neighbor gave us video footage of that. We had only seen the still photo and assumed the car was stationary. It turns out that the car was rolling down the runway as Dad rolled one wheel of the plane over the top.
He took cars and motorcycles through walls of fire. Some of the local fair fliers would list “Rudy’s Thrill Show” and ‘one time only’. I think it was to add to the suspense. “Admission 10c and 25c - Children free.”
There was a brief write up in one of the small-town newspapers titled, “Thirsty Man’s Prayer.” Dad had flown over a friend’s farm on a hot, dry day, and the friend pantomimed drinking a bottle of beer. Dad circled and flew off. Returned a short time later and parachuted an “ice-coled bottle of beer” down to him. The article ended, “How’s that for air-ground communications? Then asked if anyone else could top that beer story.
Dad would take me over friends places and I’d drop weighted notes to them. Dad would tell me when to drop it out the window, and every single one got to the intended recipient.
He told me once of a tree top landing and the story ended with, “I guess I’m lucky to be here.” I added, “Me, too, I guess.” I did get a hearty laugh at that.
My own brushes with death have been pretty tame...
Oh WOW! That is a terrific story!
My dad’s best Friend Brownie was a waist gunner in a B17 during WW2. He was also a terrific photographer and antique airplane enthusiast. When I was 15, he let me fly his 1935 taylorcraft.
We were flying over Bridgewater, MA, where the prison for the criminally insane was located. For some reason, I had a morbid fascination about Albert DeSalvo, the alleged Boston Strangler, and I started buzzing the Mental Hospital (thinking maybe he would be out in the yard?) until Brownie grabbed the yoke and increased the altitude.
My dad was a sweetheart, a Navy Vet of WW2 and Korea, and also a fine photographer. He was the official ship’s photographer of the USS Dade, and I grew up with his prints spread out on the living room floor, looking at actual battle shots of Okinawa and Iwo Jima.
The fanciest moves i have done in an airplane were r & l wingovers and some rolls in a Texas T-6.
Thanks ltos! Yours are terrific also. LOL about buzzing the mental hospital... And can picture exactly what was going through Brownie’s head at the time he reached over and grabbed the yoke. Too funny. Ah, memory lane. Taylorcrafts have a soft spot in my heart.
Also very neat about the actual battle photos your dad took.
Dad let me fly sometimes. It was great. In later years, he wouldn’t take us up, worried that he might have a heart attack or other health problem in air. He asked what I’d do then. (He hadn’t taught us landings....) I told him I’d head to one of the bigger lakes and land it there. He said, “Water landings are hard, too.” I don’t think he meant it in the difficult sense. :-)