About 5 years ago, one of my friends was driving from Dallas to Pennslyvania (I think).
He was driving through West Virginia in the middle of the night and ended up hitting a big animal at about 70 mph with his Honda Accord. He wasn't sure what it was, but saw something moving to the right and then, boom.
The front end of his car was trashed---radiator, airbag, one headlight, etc.
He sits in his car for a minute or so and verifies that he's still alive and starts to look for his cell phone that was sitting on the dash. He can see the outline of something big and apparently dead laying partly on the road and partly on the shoulder about 15 feet in front of him. As he's looking for his phone, a pickup pulls up behind him and a hillbilly straight out of a movie gets out.
The guy doesn't say a word to him. Just walks right by him while pulling out a big ol' pocket knife out of his belt clip.
He walks up to the animal and cuts something off of it. He walks by with something in his hand and blood dripping down his wrist and arm. Doesn't say a word or even look at my buddy in the car. He gets back into his pickup and drives off.
My buddy is freaking out and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
A few minutes pass and another car comes by and a younger couple calls the sheriff and a tow truck. He can see from their headlights that it's a big ol' black bear laying flat on its back.
The sheriff shows up after about 20 minutes and he asks my buddy if he's ok. After verifying he was good, he walks up to the bear with his flashlight in one hand and his pistol in the other.
The sheriff is shining his light and really examining the bear for what seems like forever.
He eventually starts walking back to his car and asks my buddy where its dong and balls went.
True story.
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