Prior to 1995, a large section along north Pima road was natural desert landscape. For thirteen miles it was wide open with no homes or commercial buildings. It was on this stretch of road that a carload of employees hit a deer.
We heard they checked to be sure the deer was dead, then wondered if they were in trouble. They decided to put the deer in the back of their station wagon, and planned to butcher it after work.
About 9 a.m. the shop mechanics heard a thumping noise. Unsure where it was coming from, they had all the mechanics in the shop stopped work, and listened for the location of the noise.
Bam! Bam! Scratch! Clink! Clink!
Everyone agreed about what they were hearing, but couldn’t pinpoint the sound’s location. The racket was coming from the yard somewhere. Two mechanics walked around the compound’s fence line, listening for the odd sound. When they were near the employee’s cars parked along the wall, the sound was much clearer. Checking each car they finally found the culprit . . . a deer in the back of a station wagon kicking to get out and tearing up the back interior of the car.
Bill keyed his radio, “Shop to everyone with a radio. Do you know who drives a cream-colored Chevy station wagon.”
Bill waited through a long silence before Jose responded, “Jesus says it’s Manuel’s car.”
“If anybody can see Manuel, get him in here ASAP. We have a problem with his car.”
“10-4,” was the answer.
Soon Jose showed up with Manuel in his cart. As they pulled up next to Bill, Jose said, “So, what’s up, Bill?”
No sooner did he say those words then he heard the banging and scratching inside Manuel’s Chevy Station Wagon. Manuel looked so disappointed when he saw the deer was alive.
Waving his arms toward the gate Bill told Manuel, “You gotta’ get this car outta’ here and get rid of that deer. “
Manuel looked at Jose for support, but found none.
“Go,” Jose said, “and don’t come back until the deer’s gone.”
Disappointed that his plans to butcher the deer failed, Manuel got into his car slowly and as the deer kept kicking behind him, he drove away from the shop.
“That ‘s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen around here,” Bill said.