You know, with all the road miles I have put on over the years, I have never hit one. The odds of that, are about like plugging into Pamela Anderson without a hat and coming out of it disease free.
A few years ago, I was following a buddy of mine along the Montana Highline in the middle of the day, between Malta and Havre and I got one hell of a free show. Off to the right, I could see three deer running across a field and getting ready to jump a fence, to cross the road. I slowed down, my buddy didn't. Two of the deer stopped just before entering the road, but one kept running. I watched him put on the burst and try to beat this guys van. The crazy thing ran right into the right side of the van, not the front, but the side.
The deer went down like a sack of bricks at first, but got up and wondered off after about 30 seconds. The van on the other hand, didn't come out of the encounter as well. It smashed in the entire side of the right front door.
I told him, that's what you get for being a guy and driving a blue minivan, even the deer don't have any respect for you.
