Glad you're OK.

You're over quota.

I thought maybe you'd founded a new organization, the Critter Management Association. I could have been an early member. I nearly got an oppossum Saturday morning about 2:30, but it zigged when I zagged. We missed by about a foot.
I saw a big doe this morning about 2:30 plopped down across the bar ditch next to a wire fence chewing a mouthful of something (do deer chew cud?), but her eyes lit up in plenty of time for me to stop, shine my silverstar at her, and shoo her back into the woods.
Still haven't seen a (live) feral pig while riding and still haven't hit anything larger than a meadow lark. Really hope to keep it that way.