Who gets the deer me or the dog?

Larson, Randall D. “The Deer, the Dog, and the Bambulance.” 9-1-1 Magazine. Roeper, Richard. “You Never Know When You’re on the Record.” Chicago Sun-Times. 21 June 1993 (p. 11). Viets, Elaine. “A Man, a Deer, a Dog, and 911.” St. Louis Post-Dispatch. 3 January 1989 (p. D3). read more

The deer bit me in the neck. A big mother fucking dog came up and bit me in the leg. I hit him with the mother fucking tire iron and I stabbed him with my knife. So I got a hurt leg and the mother fucking deer bit me in the neck. And the dog won’t let me out of the mother fucking phone booth because he wants the deer. read more

If that dog won’t hunt, you can always buy venison online (or invite yourself to dinner at a hunter’s house.) (Deer animal activists, while I am sympathetic to your plight and agree with many of your principles, this is not intended to spark a debate about hunting with dogs. read more