I almost clipped a suicide deer last year -- a four-pointer jumped out at my truck right as I was passing it on my way home from work. I had mostly passed him (he was running parallel to the road) when he decided that he should cross.
One of his antlers chipped my tail-light cover, and he stunned himself. I slowed down and in the red glow of my brakelights could see him standing back up, woozy.
They're like fucking rats down here. Rutting season always calls for care out here.
One of his antlers chipped my tail-light cover, and he stunned himself. I slowed down and in the red glow of my brakelights could see him standing back up, woozy.
They're like fucking rats down here. Rutting season always calls for care out here.
