Earlier this week, about nine o'clock in the evening on a totally dark, overcast night, I watched a patrol car driving very slowly past our house. He was cruising at walking speed, about five miles per hour. It was much too dark to tell if it was a Sheriff's deputy or DPS - I could only make out the outline of the vehicle, and could barely tell that there was a highly reflective logo on the door - couldn't read it but knew it was there.
Just before he reached the corner, he stopped and backed up about 100 feet. Then I watched as a small deer crossed the road in his headlights. The car sat there for another minute, then the driver got out and opened the trunk.
I couldn't tell what he was doing, so after a couple minutes, I cut through the house to the front porch in hopes of getting a better view. By the time I got out the front door, he was gone.
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