Well, it wasn't exactly road kill, but I saw a bald eagle nail a walleye one time. As he struggled to gain altitude the fish proved too heavy for him and he released it. Some minutes later it floated in to my dock. One talon had gone perfectly into the brain is why it didn't make a getaway. Anyhow, I fileted it, breaded it in cornmeal, threw it in a pan of hot oil and it was great.
Two things. One I never expected a walleye to be on the surface on a bright, blue sky afternoon in the summer. You never know.
Two, I hated hearing about those elk. What a waste.
