Like Iride01, a friend of mine had no recollection of getting run over by an elk near Steamboat Springs, Colorado. He worked in town and commuted to his house outside of town and one evening his wife had an intuition something was wrong and went looking for him. Found him in the ditch out cold with a broken femur. If not for elk hair on his bike, it would have been a mystery. I asked him how he feels about elk now, he orders it every time its on the menu.