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Oh Deer....

 

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.

 

This deer ran in front of a car on 67, the car hit the deer, it flew over the vehicle, and into our farm semi. Sat right right in the winshield as you see it. No photoshop.

 

Brad Coleman, a driver for Joe Gibbs racing was traveling at 190 mph when he saw a coyote a mere 100 feet away. With no possible way of slowing down to save the creature, the driver ran it over. To his suprise he couldn't figure our where it went.


 

 



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