There is a funny story behind this. We were out fishing and the fish were not biting so the ice cold beverages were going down pretty quick. We ran outta beer so we decided to head in. Back at the ramp I was driving the boat up on the trailer and gave it too much gas and ran it right up on the bed of the truck. Well when your head is full of malted hops you lower your standards a little. So we high fived and congratulated ourselves on a fine job and got in the truck. As we headed down the road with our arms out the windows holding the boat like you would hold a matress on top of a car. I had a hard time holding my beer and driving a stick with one hand but I was managing pretty good when we saw a deer on the side of the road.My buddy says to me "Hey I think it is deer season" to which I reply "Well it is now!" I sat my beer on the dash, down shifted, hit the gas and with my free hand turned the wheel and made a B-line for Bambi and I'll be damned if that little shit didn't jump behind the damn light pole.