Well what to follow up on last night's commute with? Obviously we need to go to the other extreme this morning, as I'm driving down a remote mountain 2-lane road at zero-dark-thirty. Suddenly, without so much as even a courtesy wave, Bambi's dad runs out of the woods and jumps down off of a rock ledge right into the roadway ahead of me, close enough that the impact came before I even got my foot down on the brake. WHAM!!!
Great. Just great.
I banged a U-turn and went back to find a good-sized four-point buck lying right next to the road, obviously dying but still trying to get back to his feet to flee. But his neck appeared broken and he wasn't going to ever get up again, so I did the only humane thing I could--I drew my pistol and sent him on his way. Then I called the Sheriff's Dept. and told them who I was and what I'd just done. As expected, they had no problem with it, and certain protocols have to be followed.
The damage to my Jeep was incredibly light as far as I could tell in the dark, appearing to consist of just a dent on the corner of the hood where his head snapped over and antlered it. That came as a surprise as the last couple that I've hit have practically demolished the front end of whatever I was driving at the time. (Yeah, I average one every couple of years.) But it looks like I just caught this fella in the neck. Looking back now, I wish that I'd called in sick today and dragged the deer home for some field-dressing and then found a good local processor.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda... Now I'm pissed because:
A.) I played a part in destroying a beautiful creature for no reason; and:
B.) all that meat went to waste.
The dented hood is just icing on the cake.
Hope your days all go better than this one's starting to.