Deer

I apologize in advance for this one, but I need to fuss. I'm so tired of deer running in front of me when I'm driving. At first, I'd enjoy seeing deer as I was traveling down the highway. They are so pretty and elegant. Then they started running in front of me. It's not fun to see them anymore.

After a few very close calls, the inevitable happened, and I nailed my first deer- a spike. I cried like a baby as he died on the highway. I was lucky to be in my truck at the time, and there was no damage to it. The truck instantly gained the nickname "Little Sherman" after college kid's video game involving a tank.

Six months roll by, and again, I'm driving Sherman, and hit a bigger deer. This time I take out Spike's dad. I don't cry this time, but I'm still quite upset. There is some damage to the truck, but it's mostly cosmetic.

Two months later, tonight, we are coming home, and barely out of town, and bam, another buck. I saw him, hit the brakes, and had the 'I'm going to hit him' realization. Then by the grace of God, I missed him. (Thank You Jesus!)

I am so tired of this! We were in the van tonight, and it would have been totaled. We were 45 minutes from home, and someone would have had to come get the three of us,and all our groceries and our stuff. Then we'd be down to one vehicle. Not to mention the stress involved in having an accident.

I just wish they would learn to look both ways, but I guess that isn't going to happen. It's so frustrating knowing there is really nothing I can do to prevent it. Whenever I hear of a hunter bagging a deer, I am always happy. One less deer to run in front of my car.

Too bad I didn't have one of the zoo's jr volunteers with me tonight. When I mentioned to her my problem of hitting deer, she replied, "Oh my gosh, how do you hit a deer?" It's quite easy, actually. Hop in, buckle up, and I'll show you!

God Bless,
Chela