There was this giant buzzard pecking its nasty face into the guts of some carcass on a gravel road back some time ago. I was approaching it, and waiting for it to at least hop away so I could pass. It got scary when the vulture didn't move. I pelted it with my little ranger pickup, and had no choice. It was kind of trying to spread its wings, and that's when I got him.
Oh, and then the buzzards & crows came and ate him a good week or two later.
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