Deer Season

Deer hunting...

 I think I'm doing it wrong.

Not to worry, dear friends...I didn't get a single scratch on me.  Thankfully the airbag didn't deploy and thankfully the headlight, which flew off and hit my door a mere two inches from the window, didn't end up in my lap (and neither did the deer, for that matter).  Just a sudden jolt and then a lot of smoke, since the crazy creature made sure to completely take out my radiator.

Toyotas are awesome, though--there was just enough time for me to get it pulled over off the highway without risking the engine overheating.  The car did exactly what it was supposed to--it took the impact and protected me.

I love this car, too.  It is (was) a Camry.  I highly recommend them.

As for the deer?  Well, I can't imagine that it's feeling much better than my car.  While (unbelievably) the impact didn't kill it, at least immediately, it either crawled off into the woods and died or it's nursing some pretty bad wounds, judging by the amount of fur left on my car.  It jumped straight up out of the ditch in front of me and two other cars.  Of course I was the one that was closest to it, and therefore hit it, but a nice person stopped to make sure I was okay before going on.

I am okay.  Bummed, but okay.  I guess after this the lure of deer hunting, sitting in the cold for hours waiting to hit one with a bullet or arrow, escapes me.  I mean, I was going 65 mph and trying to avoid them and managed to bag one.

Elusive creatures they are not.

The buck stops here,

~J