Ok, here is the situation. I am driving west on Highway 178 in Kern County, PRK. I am on the infamous Kern Canyon road, for those of you who don't know, it is a windy sun of a gun that follows the deadly Kern River from Lake Isabella to Bakersfield.
The time is 2115-2130 hours, so it is dark. I notice a car drives East bound past me and is flashing its lights at me. On 178 when someone flashes their lights at you and they are going the opposite way, that means slow down and pay attention. I make a right curve onto a small straight away and just before the next left curve, I notice something large in the roadway being illuminated by my head lights. I slow down and approach cautiously. What is it? Yes you guessed it, a very large cow. Not a calf, a big cow. I have one car a couple yards behind me so I slow down, pump my brakes, turn on my flashers. It appears I am pretty fresh on the sceen due to the cow's heavy breathing. I pull up just short of the cow and safely exit the vehicle. The cow is still alive, but it ain't going anywhere. I go back to the car, get my Glock 27 and pop the trunk so I can get my ear muffs. I decide to not get the ear muffs and a few guys going the opposite way that slow down offer to help me move it out of the road. They tell me that the car that hit it is just westbound and pretty much totalled. 4 of us grab a leg each and we haul it off until it is off the road. I tell everyone lets get the heck out of here before we get hit.
I pull up to the next turn out and see the van. I get out and the driver and his dog are fine. His Dodge Caravan is not fine. Pretty much looks totalled and I am pretty happy he is ok after looking at the front of his car and his destroyed windshield. He said he missed one of the cows, but couldn't miss the second one. I tell him I will call the CHP from the next call box and he gives me a business card and asks if I would call his wife and let her know what was going on. Cell phones don't work in the canyon.
I take off and set out to find the next call box. Lets just say it was about 4-5 miles away. Before I get to the next call box, about two miles down the road, I come arond a corner, and there is another cow, right in the middle of my lane! I slow down and start herding it towards a turn out down the road a quarter mile. Basically there is a guard rail on my right and nothing but guard rail past the turn out. I get the cow out of the road and onto the turn out, just narrowly getting the attention of this idiot hauling butt up behind me. The thought crosses my mind for a second, but I figure I need to get out of there and call for a truck for the guy and call his wife. About ten seconds later I think, "What if someone else hits that other cow?"
And then I start to worry. Hindsight be as great as it is, I start to realize that I not only have my Glock 27, I also threw the Remington 870P in the trunk too. What if someone smashes into that bastard second cow and dies? How bad would I feel? Should I have shot it when it got into that other turn out? I figured there was nothing I could do about it then other than pray to God (and I did) that he would take care of the situation, I didn't feel like going back and getting in a wreck with some idiot swerving around the road. Plus there wouldn't be much room for me to manuever out of my car safely on the windy road.
I call the CHP from a call box, inform them that we moved the first cow and there is a second that I was worried about. Gave them a vehicle discription of the van and location. I go on my way since the CHP can't patch me through to the guys wife for liability reasons. No problem, I call from a gas station after I get out of the canyon.
As I go through Bakersfield and turn onto Highway 119 to head home, I stop at the Texaco to get gas and notice a CHP cruiser there. The CHiPer is talking on his cellie outside of the joint. I stop him and ask if he gets traffic out of the canyon. He says yeah and I ask him about the situation, telling him I was the RP and moved a cow out of the road already. He said, they had been chasing "bulls" out of there all day and it appeared there was two crashes right now and they were getting ready to shoot a cow. I asked him if I should have shot the other cow when I had the chance and he responded, "It probably wouldn't have been a good idea." Which I figure translates to, "If I were you I would have if it were safe, but since I am a CHP, I have to say it wouldn't have been a good idea." I thank him and move on.
So would I do the same thing again? I don't think so. I think next time if I see a cow vs. car and then another cow at night in a section of the road that is pretty much impossible for the cow to get out of without the danger of someone hitting it, I am going to put it down if it happens to be in the turnout. I sure hope that the 2nd accident didn't involve any injuries. Again, hindsight is an amazing thing isn't it?
The time is 2115-2130 hours, so it is dark. I notice a car drives East bound past me and is flashing its lights at me. On 178 when someone flashes their lights at you and they are going the opposite way, that means slow down and pay attention. I make a right curve onto a small straight away and just before the next left curve, I notice something large in the roadway being illuminated by my head lights. I slow down and approach cautiously. What is it? Yes you guessed it, a very large cow. Not a calf, a big cow. I have one car a couple yards behind me so I slow down, pump my brakes, turn on my flashers. It appears I am pretty fresh on the sceen due to the cow's heavy breathing. I pull up just short of the cow and safely exit the vehicle. The cow is still alive, but it ain't going anywhere. I go back to the car, get my Glock 27 and pop the trunk so I can get my ear muffs. I decide to not get the ear muffs and a few guys going the opposite way that slow down offer to help me move it out of the road. They tell me that the car that hit it is just westbound and pretty much totalled. 4 of us grab a leg each and we haul it off until it is off the road. I tell everyone lets get the heck out of here before we get hit.
I pull up to the next turn out and see the van. I get out and the driver and his dog are fine. His Dodge Caravan is not fine. Pretty much looks totalled and I am pretty happy he is ok after looking at the front of his car and his destroyed windshield. He said he missed one of the cows, but couldn't miss the second one. I tell him I will call the CHP from the next call box and he gives me a business card and asks if I would call his wife and let her know what was going on. Cell phones don't work in the canyon.
I take off and set out to find the next call box. Lets just say it was about 4-5 miles away. Before I get to the next call box, about two miles down the road, I come arond a corner, and there is another cow, right in the middle of my lane! I slow down and start herding it towards a turn out down the road a quarter mile. Basically there is a guard rail on my right and nothing but guard rail past the turn out. I get the cow out of the road and onto the turn out, just narrowly getting the attention of this idiot hauling butt up behind me. The thought crosses my mind for a second, but I figure I need to get out of there and call for a truck for the guy and call his wife. About ten seconds later I think, "What if someone else hits that other cow?"
And then I start to worry. Hindsight be as great as it is, I start to realize that I not only have my Glock 27, I also threw the Remington 870P in the trunk too. What if someone smashes into that bastard second cow and dies? How bad would I feel? Should I have shot it when it got into that other turn out? I figured there was nothing I could do about it then other than pray to God (and I did) that he would take care of the situation, I didn't feel like going back and getting in a wreck with some idiot swerving around the road. Plus there wouldn't be much room for me to manuever out of my car safely on the windy road.
I call the CHP from a call box, inform them that we moved the first cow and there is a second that I was worried about. Gave them a vehicle discription of the van and location. I go on my way since the CHP can't patch me through to the guys wife for liability reasons. No problem, I call from a gas station after I get out of the canyon.
As I go through Bakersfield and turn onto Highway 119 to head home, I stop at the Texaco to get gas and notice a CHP cruiser there. The CHiPer is talking on his cellie outside of the joint. I stop him and ask if he gets traffic out of the canyon. He says yeah and I ask him about the situation, telling him I was the RP and moved a cow out of the road already. He said, they had been chasing "bulls" out of there all day and it appeared there was two crashes right now and they were getting ready to shoot a cow. I asked him if I should have shot the other cow when I had the chance and he responded, "It probably wouldn't have been a good idea." Which I figure translates to, "If I were you I would have if it were safe, but since I am a CHP, I have to say it wouldn't have been a good idea." I thank him and move on.
So would I do the same thing again? I don't think so. I think next time if I see a cow vs. car and then another cow at night in a section of the road that is pretty much impossible for the cow to get out of without the danger of someone hitting it, I am going to put it down if it happens to be in the turnout. I sure hope that the 2nd accident didn't involve any injuries. Again, hindsight is an amazing thing isn't it?