So, as promised, the deer story. The night I moved into my new condo I drove my parents down to my brother's house. After mooching dinner (ruebens) and seeing the kids in their Halloween getups I headed back to Fern Pl. to park my car. I, thinking I was on a major highway that no deer would be stupid enough to try to cross, was speeding along at approximately 75 mph.
BAM!
Suddenly, a deer and I are trying to exist in the same space at the same time. He clips my front end, but I keep motoring. I don't think I actually ran over him, and he didn't go over my car, so I think he just "bounced" (as much as a deer can bouce) back into the median.
I keep driving. I have no freaking clue what to do when one hits a deer at that velocity on a dark highway. Obviously this requires a call to my brother, knower of all things. Basically, he confirms that I did the right thing. No reason to put myself in danger by pulling over on a highway at night for a little fresh venison.
I hope the deer died. Fitz, calm down I will explain.
If he did not die when I hit him, he would have definitely been hurt to the point that he probably would not have been able to do much for himself and would probably end up starving to death which... I, at least, would prefer to die quickly than linger on in pain.
So man, that put a downer on this post. Well if nothing else, the deer went out in style doing $2000 worth of damage to my car (which you can see here.)
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Heh. Aww Turk, you know me too well. And, I absolutely agree with you, I hope he died instantly. Poor deer. I'm saying a little secular prayer. And I'm glad you're okay too, of course. Man, your car has gone through a lot lately.
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