Friday, February 04, 2005

Another backdated post. I meant to put this up yesterday evening, but was too tired to write. There were two reasons. The first is that I have been generally feeling run down lately. The second is that, after 11 years of near misses, I finally hit my first deer on the six miles of winding unlit black asphalt I drive home on every night. I am fine, the deer is not and there was a split decision on the pick-up. It is still quite drivable, but will need a new headlight and left front fender as well as some dents hammered out of the hood. Over the years I have gotten pretty good at avoiding the elegant and suicidal creatures. Friday evening however, three ran out onto the road. I braked for the first, swerved for the second and nailed the third one squarely, having run out of both luck and tricks.


Gideon Strauss said...

Glad to hear you are okay.

John said...

Thanks! Just goes to show one of the advantages of living in the South. We have white-tail deer, which top out at around 300 lbs and are usually closer to 100. Up there, you all have moose . . . (he pauses to contemplate what would be left of his truck, or himself, after meeting a half-ton of ungulate on the hoof.)