Deer-Doe or Buck

I must confess I either killed Bambi or Rudolph last week. After all these years of my admonishing, “look out for white tails”, a white tail got me last week right in the kisser, not really, more in the side panel.

It is a well known fact that if a moving object runs into a non-moving object, something’s gotta give. That’s how the deer and I were introduced.

First question I got was if it was a doe or buck? I can tell you this, I didn’t have time to observe.

Being a resident of Deer Capital of the World, I have seen my share of deer standing beside the road, eating the hosta in my front yard, running in front of my deer-magnet car, walking down the road, but I have never seen one flying into the side of my car before and might I add, I never want to see that again.

If anyone ever invents a thang to put on your car that will keep deer out of your path, this county alone will order all they can make. You young inventors get cooking on this idea.