Dadgum Dead Deer

Traveling down the interstate highways north of Paducah, Kentucky, on through Nashville, Tennessee, and down into Birmingham, Alabama, every half mile or so we came across a poor dead animal—most often a deer—whose carcass litters the roadway.

At one point I thought I spotted a coyote among the dead, but no, it was just another dadgum dead dear. I think that phrase would make a fine song title.

Dadgum Dead Deer. It’ll be a hit.

Peace, people.

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

14 thoughts on “Dadgum Dead Deer”

  1. I nearly created my own dadgum dead deer just a few days ago. Heading to work and out it popped from the hillside brush. Thankfully it was smart enough to turn right around and hide among the foliage.

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      1. 49 years! I lived in the Memphis, TN area for about 16 years and then moved up to MI when I was 32. I’m 65 now so MI is my home but I have LOTS of family in Nashville (my husband is from Nashville, too) so we visit there a lot. It’s a beautiful and fun town but too expensive for us!

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