That's the way you gotta handle a deer encounter. Last thing you want to do is slam on your brakes, risk crashing, and drop the front end so he comes through your windshield.
That reminds me of a Vietnamese guy I use to work with. He came in one morning all excited because he found a dead deer on the side of the road. He had it in the back of his truck and insisted I go out and take a look at it.
I could smell death from thirty feet away. It looked like it was several days old and I tried to tell him it was no good. A few days later we asked him how it was and he said it was great but a little tough.
"S", I'm taking the new rifle back, no need to spend $700 on a gun when I can put shiny lights on my truck and lure them in. I thought that only worked fishing, I thought wrong!
"Not the time to lose one's head." "That's not the way to get ahead in life" "It's a shame he wasn't more headstrong. " "He'll never be the head of a major corporation." "Okay, that'll do." "Okay"
brings back bad memories of when the same exact thing happened to me. I was going 80+ on the interstate at 2 in the morning in the middle of nowhere. Destroyed my car, nothing left of the deer. I was just a kid and it scared the s**t out me. Could'nt drive at night for a while. I do wish I had a dash camera because I never even saw it
The county were I grew up was on a deer migratory route. I hit three in an 18 month stretch during High School. 1 at 100mph+ in Mustang Mach 1.
One night my father was ripping me a new one while driving out to dinner. Suddenly a herd of deer broke from the side of the road and dad stopped the car. A large buck ran right into the side of the stopped car.
Right then I knew there was a god!
(Message edited by Shredhead on September 04, 2008)
Linear Mode
