Fucking Deer. 1/2 mile down from the house a big buck decided to see how tough the plastic bumper and quarterpanel was on the Liberty. She was able to drive off. So I left work after just getting there. Myself nor the Sheriff could find the deer. She said she hit his ass end. She said he was a moose. So I hope it wasn't one of my shooters. The way he was headed means he had about 600 yards of cut corn to cross until he got to the little 3 acre patch of woods he was headed towards. I should get off around daybreak, so I might as well still hunt up to the woods and see if he is boogered up in there. The sheriff said if he is, just finish him off and call them and they will give me a tag for him. Fuggin deer. We've been wanting to retire the jeep and keep it as our emergency 4 wheel drive machine, so it looks like we'll be car shopping in the near future