Post by Sasquatch on Aug 23, 2015 16:08:32 GMT -5
I and my co-worker passenger were on our way to our third shift jobs when a huge doe passed through the headlight beams. Right as I wondered where the other deer was it appeared, way too close. I barely tapped the brakes and "BANG!" The small buck was sent skidding back out of the lights. I pulled over, no doubt cursing, as the driver's tire rubbed on something.
I surveyed the damage with an LED light that plugs into my dash ( handy as a second leg, that thing ) as my passenger took the opportunity to burn a cheap cigarette. The metal was pretty crinkled and the fender hung on by a few screws. A stalactite of melted rubber hung from the bumper that had been forced back into the tire. A turn signal was busted, and an astonishing spray of greenish deer pellets went all the way to the mirror.
A sheriff's deputy appeared as if by magic. "Thought I was going to have to shoot that one," he remarked with more than a little disappointment in his voice. "But it died." He noted the shotgun blast of poop with amusement and then scribbled out a permit for me. I took my passenger home so his dad could run him to work while I tended to bambi. As I drove the wind caught the fender flare and it went out at a right angle like the warning stick on a school bus.
Note the ticks on the deer's ears. Most were black-legged ticks. Very few were on the blood-rich antlers. (There must be a reason for that I've either not heard or forgotten ) As for the damage pics, everything to the right of the Jeep emblem was this deer. The grille was a different deer. The duck tape ( Use number 15,102!) temporarily held the fender on until I could remove it.
I surveyed the damage with an LED light that plugs into my dash ( handy as a second leg, that thing ) as my passenger took the opportunity to burn a cheap cigarette. The metal was pretty crinkled and the fender hung on by a few screws. A stalactite of melted rubber hung from the bumper that had been forced back into the tire. A turn signal was busted, and an astonishing spray of greenish deer pellets went all the way to the mirror.
A sheriff's deputy appeared as if by magic. "Thought I was going to have to shoot that one," he remarked with more than a little disappointment in his voice. "But it died." He noted the shotgun blast of poop with amusement and then scribbled out a permit for me. I took my passenger home so his dad could run him to work while I tended to bambi. As I drove the wind caught the fender flare and it went out at a right angle like the warning stick on a school bus.
Note the ticks on the deer's ears. Most were black-legged ticks. Very few were on the blood-rich antlers. (There must be a reason for that I've either not heard or forgotten ) As for the damage pics, everything to the right of the Jeep emblem was this deer. The grille was a different deer. The duck tape ( Use number 15,102!) temporarily held the fender on until I could remove it.
