Now this is when shit starts getting good, because this was one of those “wasn’t even supposed to happen on purpose” things that make Grand Theft Auto V so freaking amazing.
So, I am up in the hills of the Northern part of the map, just exploring hick country, and I found an old VW style Beetle with GIANT buggy wheels, so I hopped in it and started driving. The thing is, the buggy can go anywhere, from mountains to the shallow water, so I just started going nuts, hitting jumps and flipping it and landing, wheels down. You know, the stupid shit we all love trying to do in these games.
So anyways, I keep hitting huge jumps and getting air, and I am doing this for a good half hour, just laughing about how much fun it is, and how perfect they finally got the physics. That is when I start noticing the deer. You can hunt in this game, you know, so I decided to do some hunting, but not with the gun. Instead, I started chasing the deer down in my buggy.
At one point, a deer had given me about a three minute chase when I finally hit a massive jump, and yes, I landed on the f**king thing, killing it. I shouted with such genuine glee, I woke my poor, sleeping girlfriend up. That is how elated I was to pull that move off. Those are, honestly, the moments we all play GTA games for. Those random moments you know in your heart you would probably NEVER be able to pull off twice, even though you pulled it off once so perfectly.