From your neck of the woods, Ken:

(June 2002, Georgia) An EMT in southern Georgia was part of the unit that
responded to a call from Coffee County late one night. They arrived on the
scene and found a severely injured man lying at the edge of a field. His
stomach had been completely torn open, and he was covered with lacerations and
bruises. He also had a prominent tire tread across his chest.
The injured man's companion showed up in a racing model ATV vehicle, clearly
intoxicated, and gave the following account. Imagine this tale being recited
in a deep Georgian accent.

He and his injured friend had been drinkin' and ridin' around the field on the
three-wheeled ATV, when they sighted a stand of deer in their headlights. The
friend, riding the back as a passenger, was struck with a great idea. "Hey
man," he said, "If you quarter off one a those deer, betcha I can bulldog
'im." The driver thought this was an entertaining idea, so he proceeded to
isolate a buck and race him down.

His intoxicated passenger proceeded to leap from the ATV, grab the buck by the
antlers, and perform an excellent example of this rodeo sport. He pinned the
animal's head to the ground, but that's when things went wrong. The buck, less
docile than a steer, simply got up, threw his head back, and tore his
assailant's belly open. The deer then proceeded to stomp, kick, and butt him
for good measure.

The EMTs noticed that this information accounted all of the injuries except
one. When they asked the driver about the tire track across his injured
friend's chest, he responded: "Well how else was I s'posed to git the deer off
'im?"

I don't know which is worse: a drunk moron trying wrestle a grown male deer
like a steer, or a drunk moron who runs over his injured friend to scare away
the righteously angered animal.