I've eaten a few road kill. One was hit at the end of my driveway - we heard the screech and when we went to see what it was, it was pretty obvious. Fresher than most bow-killed deer, and hit in the head, too. Another one my mom hit, and another was hit right at the entrance to my kids daycare, back in the day when they needed that sort of thing. The truck that hit it, and a cop that responded, were still there. I asked the cop and he said to take her away. There are probably others too, that I can't remember. Merri hit a really big 8-point on the way back from Illinois at Christmas a couple years ago, and we were packed in with no place to put any meat. I would have loved to pull the backstraps off that one at least. I still have both antlers, which broke off on impact. My wife's first buck!