One summer night, a few years back, I was coming home from
Clinton, Iowa. I live in Bryant which is a small town 15 minutes
outside of Clinton. It was one of those nights where the full
moon was so bright you could drive without headlights (a little
foreshadowing). I was driving home and about two miles from my
house a deer jumped out in front of my old beater truck. A black
1987 Dakota 5 speed. Well I didn't hit the brakes and braced for
impact.
When I opened my eyes about 2 seconds later it was black and
I didn't see any movement. So I started my truck up, both my headlights
got blasted out, but the moonlight showed me a path. So without
checking I just continued driving home. I didn't want to see the
damage, and I was really tried so I just drove home. When I got
home I jumped out to see what damage the deer did to my truck
and jumped a mile. The deer was caught by it's hide under my hood.
Now I had wondered why people that were coming from the other
direction kept flashing their lights. Ha the deer was still attached!!!!!
I lived with my parents so I went up and I told them I hit a
deer, they told me that we would deal with it in the morning.
I slept in. My dad didn't, and when he went out in the morning
to grab the newspaper, he jumped for a second relizing that I
still had a deer attached to the front of the truck. He gave me
a crowbar and told me to drive down the gravel road a bit and
pry it off. While I was prying it off a nice lady stopped and
asked if I was alright and if I needed to call someone (she thought
I just hit it), and I looked at her and told her, "no I'm
fine. I hit it last night." I can still remember he looking
at me like wow and driving off slowly looking in her mirror.
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