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...last weekend. Driving in the Parc de la Mauricie on our way to go Canoe Camping. Round aboot dusk - always my favourite time of day to go hunting with a sedan, tootling along at a steady 80km/h (honest!! and this huge shadow suddenly looms out of the shadows and hogs 2/3 of the two lane highway we were travelling along. With hawklike reflexes, I swiftly calculated its trajectory and decided there was no way in hell I was gonna let a magnificent specimen get away from me. Icy cold, I redirected my 1.5litre fuel-injection Toyota Tercel across into the other lane on a perfect collision course with the four huge hairy legs which by this time were all I could see of the beast. Slowing down a little so as not to over-tenderize our feast, I clipped its ankles out from underneath it and sent it hurtling towards the passenger side of the windscreen. Sylvie was waiting there eagerly with her knife and fork but the beast, after making a fair attempt to squeeze its colossal arse into the cabin, did a backflip, over the top of the car making sure to leave a large dent in the rear of the roof with its antlers before skipping gaily off through the woods laughing.

good to see you were in the clear...

80k eh... i reckon you must have been in silver steering mode.. say 20k?

oh yes, we found a little bit of blood and some hairs on the car but you gotta remember that it was a good deal bigger than the one in the picture - ours would have that weedy little male for breakfast. We stopped the car and looked round and there was no sign of it. We then drove back to the crash site and picked up my wind mirror and still no sign. I reckon we gave it a couple of bruise ankles and maybe some broken ribs and thats it.

I presume that is the last time Sylvie is going to have a wee sexy session in the car with you. I knew that you were a bit of a randy bugger but that is taking the biscuit.