According to local news outlet RTV, a 58-year-old man was living with six siblings, aged 18 to 25, on a farm in the Drenthe province. The oldest of the siblings escaped from the basement on Sunday evening
So what would the first thing you would do be?
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"He ordered five beers and drank them," Westerbeek told local media. "Then I had a chat with him and he revealed he had run away and needed help... Then we called the police."
Disappointed that they didn't show the boat on the water. Hopefully soon. I have to disagree with him about the boat speed being in the 5 knot range though. The formula for calculating boat speed for a multi-hull is quite different than a mono-hull. I have some issues with the overall design too, but it would be interesting to see it in action. I think he's going to jump right to the teaser at the end though. I would prefer a step by step walk through of the testing.
California Gov. Gavin Newsom signed a bill last weekend, making it legal to cook and eat roadkill, according to several reports.
The “roadkill bill,” (Senate Bill 395) which goes into effect in 2022, will allow people to salvage and eat animals they unintentionally hit or find on the road in the state, KCAL-TV reported.
Those wanting to eat the roadkill would need to obtain a salvage permit in exchange for information about the animal, where and how it was killed in an effort to eliminate waste of carcasses and to better understand how to make roads safer for drivers and animals.
“When you look at the statistics, the number of injuries and accidents and fatalities, it’s about time,” State Sen. Bob Archuleta, D-Pico Rivera, said, according to KCAL. “If we can save one life, save one animal, I think we’ve done the right thing here."
University of California, Davis estimates 20,000 deer are killed on California roadways each year, but no department officially tracks the numbers, The Mercury News reported.
“We desperately need systematic data reporting on vehicle collisions with wildlife in California, and CalTrans isn’t going to do it unless directed to by statute,” Brian Nowicki with the Center for Biological Diversity, said, according to The Mercury News.
Under the law, if the animal is still alive the Department of Fish and Wildlife will decide whether or not to put it down.
Opponents of the bill say that it could lead to some drivers purposefully striking animals in the road.
Eating roadkill is currently illegal under state law and “unlawful possession of wildlife” could carry a $6,000 fine and six months in jail, although it is rarely cited, KQED reported.
I was reading that thinking to myself, if it hasn't been made illegal, then it's allowed. Sure enough, leave it to CA to pass a law against eating road kill! Naturally, you have to get a "salvage permit", now that it has been made legal. Over regulated?
At work when one of our buses hits a deer, there's people on the radio asking "exactly where is the deer"?
That's a eminently mock-able example of Cali government control madness...
Even in the Imperial State, if I hit a Deer with my vehicle, the rules are you call local law enforcement, mostly for insurance reasons, and then just ask if you can take the deer home. ( to avoid poaching charges )
I've personally had passing cars stop to ask if they could have the carcass while doing the accident report with the Deputy. ( I was on my way to work, so... Sure! And a stranger gets to make venison chili! )
Twice.
True story! And, yeah, I've killed many more deer with a truck or car than I want to admit. ( or ever shot )
I don't know the rules for 'Chuck or opossum, but I don't eat them by choice anyway.
I love it!! Doggie judo! Very impressive really- if you watch closely, the pup fakes left while the kitteh is aiming for his face, then rolls the cat off his butt to kick him sky-high! Took me a second to notice the trajectory of the flying furball...
The best roadkill story I have: Since I moved out (35 years ago) Mom has no one to fret over, so she's taken to feeding her German Shepherds all meat. As a volunteer hunter ed instructor I had gotten to know a few COs and knew the ins and outs of game possession. One early morning up at the cabin we were driving into town to pick up a Bobcat rental for some trail maintenance. We passed by a fresh hit deer. The blood on the highway was still red, not brown or black. I teased her and asked if she wanted the carcass for her dogs. She laughed, then thought about it for a couple miles. "Can we do that?" she asked. I said "Sure we'll have a big flatbed trailer on the way back. No one will mind a bit of deer blood on the boards. Lastly we'll only be about 4 blocks from the sheriffs office to pick up a possession tag." So we picked up the Bobcat and headed over to the County sheriff. While we were waiting for our possession tag from the dispatcher, another dispatcher rolled her chair over and plunked a sheet of paper in front of her. She looked at it and asked "there's another one about 2 miles from this one, do you want that one too?" "How long has it been there?" I asked, not wanting to be obligated to pick up a bloated mess. "We just dispatched a deputy to put it down. It's probably still alive right now". That was good enough for me. We picked them both up and I told mom we were not opening up the bellies, we were just going to pull the hide and take the quarters for the dogs. Well after we hung them and and pulled the hides, I took a look at those perfect back straps and decided they were still to good for the dog.
It gets better...
The previous year I had been gifted a couple bonus deer by some Wisconsin hunters I was hunting with. Including my own harvest, I had brought home a total of 4 deer, and the back straps of these two. My family ate venison about twice a week that year, and my wife is an awesome cook and meat griller.
Still more.....
One sunny August Saturday, my mother-in-law stopped by. She spotted some chops marinating on the counter, and commented on how good that looked. "We have plenty, why don't you guy's join us for dinner" I replied. Debra nodded and said "I'll just throw another pack of chops in the marinade and pick up another bottle of wine, see you about 6?" We enjoyed a nice summer meal on the back patio. and my mother in law commented on how she had never had venison taste so good before.
(A sidebar about my in laws and wild game: My father in law always dropped his deer off at a processor on the way home from his 10 day deer camps, and the processor just 'hided em and started sawing. So as a result my mother-in-law tried to cook all the flavor of that tallow and bone marrow out of the meat by, you guessed it, boiling. No wonder they never liked venison. I on the other hand, spend a great deal of care not to cut bones, and I remove all the membranes, tendons, and tallow. The result is a big pile to go in the barrel stove,and lots of stir fry meat but delicious lean red meat for cooking, and the bonus of most heavenly smells from the barrel stove, especially when burning oak.)
Back to the patio...
My mother-in-law commented on how it was so good it was hard to believe it wasn't freezer burnt from sitting since last fall. I thought a moment and asked my wife what shelf she got the packs from in the freezer. She replied that they had come from the middle shelf. I nodded and said "That would be those road killed deer from June. That might be a contributing factor to the freshness."
I thought my mother in law was going to faint....
She had gone completely pale. "You fed us ROADKILL?!" she exclaimed in horror. "Not just roadkill," I replied laughing, "apparently, the best road kill you've ever had." She was still horrified, but by then my wife and I were laughing like a couple of redneck hicks. By the time Debra's dad started chuckling too, the color had returned to her face, and we decided to open the other bottle of wine.
I still tease her about it from time to time, but she teases me right back about my hillbilly ways.
Years ago, my cousin hit a fawn with his Mustang. Pretty much just hit it right in the jaw with the corner of the fender. It was down, so he got out of the car to check it out. Still breathing, but just laying there. So he knelt down and was checking out the injuries to the head when it started to wake up with it's head in his hands. Eventually it started coming to it's senses and lift it's head from his hands, then got up and stood there unsteady on it's feet. Finally, it shook it off and romped off into the woods.
My brother, who has lived in the deer country of North-West MI for about 40 years was proud of never hitting a deer for all that time. This spring, while camping and sharing a bottle of Jameson, he fessed up about what happened that past winter. He was visiting family only a few miles from home. On the way home, in the dark and very bad snow storm, a deer ran out in front of him. He tried to miss it, but failed. The car slid off the road, into the ditch and rolled onto the driver's side. His wife was already sleeping in the passenger seat and woke screaming. His dogs were panicked in the back seat. All made a hasty exit out the passenger side, stepping all over him on the way out. He called where he had just been visiting, about a mile away, and in minutes pushed it back onto it's wheels and pulled it from the ditch. The deer... Never stopped, but left some fur on the bumper.