Contour Enthusiasts Group Archives Forums General Pics and Videos This is what happens when you hit a moose.

"I bet they have the same pic on the moose forums telling them not to hit cars"


The lady driving ducked, and suffered from a broken wrist.

I remember my first trip to Europe and seeing the moose warning signs on the side of the road in Sweden. I was imagining what it would be like to hit one!

there are more pictures of this showing the interior of the car.
there is this nast green stuff all over the place and what looks like a kidney laying on the console.

....how in the hell

driving through Vermont in a little caravan that i was leading, we came up on some traffic in the right lane. it was raining, and i couldn't see well so i slowed down a bit and got in the left. i must have switched lanes just in time because my friend in the car behind me JUMPED, yes, JUMPED a dead moose lying in the road. it was so nasty. hair and intestines all underneath his car. that coupled with the rain and the heat of the engine made for the foulest stench i have ever witnessed.

i'll never forget that sight.

Where I live, we're always worried about hitting a moose broadside and it toppling over and crushing the front. That looks far worse, like they hit head-on, tripped it and it slid headfirst into the cab. No one must've survived that, front or back... (Ok, I just re-read, and I guess she did - AMAZING!!)
That's one my biggest fears driving at night here, and this year especially, there seem to be more and more bears in the roadway, too. Sure we might have wide-open roadways with little traffic, but it's not the people you hafta look out for!

at first I thought the tread title said 'mouse' and I was thinking to myself what kinda big ass mouse could do that...but then I re-read it.

My moose encounter was much more fortunate than the lady's. I was driving one of my Merkur XR4Ti's to enter it in the All Ford Nationals in Carlisle, PA, in June 1998. I believe it was a situation where my natural trendency to speed actually helped me.

I was doing a little over 70 mph around a turn, late at night on the Airline Route (Highway 9 between Calais and Bangor, ME - one of the nicest driving routes in North America - right VividMystique). As soon as I saw the moose - an adult bull moose (full rack and all) I hammered the brakes, it was apparent I wouldn't stop in time so I let off the brakes and swerved around it. Unfortunately, he decided to follow the headlights and moved into my path, but I took his legs out right along the headlight area by the fender to hood edge. My speed was enough that the body and head didn't drop until it was past the windshield with the head hitting the roof of the car and the body hitting the passanger's side at the "B" pillar. Lucky me.

I did write my car off, a 1985 Merkur XR4Ti that I'd spent the previous winter doing a "down to the bare metal" buildup on , but no one was hurt - well the moose was killed but Anna and I were fine . In fact, while the car was a write-off for insurance purposes it was sort of OK to drive - two bent rims, one flat-spotted tire (no ABS), no right-side headlights or grille or side mirror, major dent in the fender and dented bumper and hood, etc., etc. Anyway, I convinced Anna (trooper that she is) to continue on to the car show - 1,800 Fords entered that year - and we ended up taking the top prize at the show I'm looking at the trophy now in my office and I won a set of rims as well.

You see the top prize doesn't go to the best car in the show but to the person who a) contributes the most to the show or b) goes through the most to get there. I've actually left alot out but we the moose ordeal was about 50%-75% of the hassle we went through to get there.

I wasn't going to enter the car after the accident but when a friend convinced me to I borrowed a yellow tire marker and wrote on the red fender Ford 1 - Moose 0 . The car became a bit of a hit and all weekend people would come up yell out to my "hey MooseMan, come on over and tell my friend abiut your accident". It turned an otherwise miserable time into an very nice weekend.

I was lucky and so was that Chevy driver. Most people don't get to walk away from such encounters.

Regards, Alan

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