I Hit A Bald Eagle With My Truck

[In58men]

I feel like you could have slowed down, but that’s probably just me.

[dannybcaitlyn]

Originally Posted by In58men

I feel like you could have slowed down, but that’s probably just me.

He does live in Alaska. Last thing you want to do is to be slamming on the brakes on them roads.

[Rain Man]

Originally Posted by dannybcaitlyn

He does live in Alaska. Last thing you want to do is to be slamming on the brakes on them roads.

Are we sure he was on a road? He may have been driving across a frozen lake or pushing along a forest caribou trail.

[In58men]

Originally Posted by dannybcaitlyn

He does live in Alaska. Last thing you want to do is to be slamming on the brakes on them roads.

I would have tried.

[Otter]

And I'm sure Jeffrey Lebowski is toasting you with a white Russian.

[BEAVER]

I'D LIKE TO SPEAK TO YOU ABOUT YOUR CARS EXTENDED WARRANTY.

[TribalElder]

Amazing

you could have at least used an american truck to kill the american bird

[stevieray]

Kind of kills the term Eagle eye.

[kcpasco]

You killed freedom

[ChiefsFanatic]

So, someone should save that Pic, and any time the Eagles lose, we can photoshop the truck Red, with the Chiefs logo.

Poor Iggles

[displacedinMN]

I have had one on my house. In the city.

[Iowanian]

Shitbrother….you just turned that truck into a trans am.


East bound and down, bandit.

[ptlyon]

Spoiler!

"Back in the day", in the late 50's, 60', and early 70's coyote pelts around here were running premium.

My father who was a friend with a farmer around the Hartingon area of nebraska, used to help him in his spare time with planting, harvest, etc.

Being literally everyone in Nebraska is related to someone, somehow, someway, and also ****s cats, his friend had a ton of relation and farmer friends in that area.

They made a plan to hunt dem der yotes to have some fun and make a little money.

So they went and bought an old willy's jeep and transformed it into what they thought was a coyote hunting machine. They built a popup top to stand up through to shoot,, changed the horn to be a police siren go go out in dem der country sections to chase dem yotes.

They all installed CB radios in their trucks. They would drive around Sunday afternoons in the winter, glassing the countryside fire coyotes. Being nocturnal, the would usually bed down during the day, and hunt at night.

These farmers that grew up there, knew their land and others. They knew what was a rock on a hill, or what was out of place. They would drive around, looking for movement, glassing hillsides {and most probably, knowing them, drinking beer}.

When one was spotted, dad and his friend would head into the section to chase the coyote out. Meanwhile, on the CB, alert their friends about the coyote.

Coyote instinct tells them to take the low ground to stay out of sight. Those farmers knew all that land, so would surround the section, each at the lowest point. The coyote would go one way, dad and his friend would get on the CB, and say"he's going east" or whatever. They would be ready when it appeared and try to shoot said coyote.

One time, this happened as planned. However the person trying to shoot the coyote missed every time as it approached the highway. The coyote came running out, starting across the "oil". The highway.

When the yote got to the highway, an on coming car got his attention. He leaped directly in the air, coming down only to find said car driving down the highway.

He smashed thru the windshield. They came to a screeching halt. The truck on that side of the section got on the CB, and said "uh, we got a situation here".

It was two older couples, out traveling somewhere. The men were in the front of of course, the women in the backseat. They piled out of the car.

Everyone gathered. The people were in shock. They thought one of the women was going to have a heart attack. They all discussed what happened.

As it was time for all to go. One of the farmers said, "Well, you ain't gonna need this" and grabbed the coyote by the tail and walked over and threw it in the bed if his pickup.

The people in the car asked where they could get a new windshield. They were told the closest would be Hartingon, but it was Sunday, and the dealership was closed. It was bitter cold. They went off, never knowing what happened to them, if they stopped and stayed in a hotel, etc. But them damn people's windshield affected that damn good coyote coat. I imagine after that I imagine they were done hunting for the day.

.

[Titty Meat]

Lock the OP up dude bragging about this smh