I can hear it now.
In his most brazen Samuel Jackson voice, he looked coldly…deeply into his enemy’s eyes. And in this defining moment, he mustered up what little strength his bleeding heart had left and stoically shouted, “Do you know who I am? Huh! I SAID DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? WHAT’S MY NAME?”
So it was here, in the twilight of his life, the terminally wounded took one last stand and charged at his murderer leaping over walls of brush, bending trees with the speed of his anger, and in one final hoorah, he exploded his whole soul into the scared sh*tless body of the man who tried to kill him.
Welcome to 15 seconds of hell!
Well at least that’s how it went in my head. This story had me rolling. Not that I wish anything bad on this guy at all, but if you’re going to be hunting deer, make sure they’re dead when you shoot them.
It’s one thing to look at the old timid deer who takes off running when a leaf hits the ground. But it’s a completely different story when you piss them off. Deer are the original gangsters of the wood. Roaming free. Stealing food from off your plate. Always there in the shadows knowing every move you make. It’s crazy!
So let this be a warning to all. You don’t want to piss off Bambi.
If you do, you could end up like 49 year old Randy Goodman who nearly got scalped, punctured, and killed by an angry deer he shot, who bucked up and introduced him to 15 seconds of hell—deer style.