At least that's what I'm hoping anyway.
Ever since we moved to a rural community, I knew we would probably hit a deer. I actually assumed Jason would be the one to hit a deer because he drives a lot more than I do and he never seems to see them standing on the side of the road in the dark.
Well, I was wrong. I hit a young buck in the middle of the day on Thursday. I was coming home from Dawson's one month check up at the doctor. I'm not sure which was worse - crunching up the hood on my dad's car and blowing out the radiator or injuring the deer so badly my dad had to shoot it. The vision of hitting it still haunts me and is something I know I'll never erase from my mind.
So now that I've gotten that out of the way I hope I never do it again!
2 comments:
Yikes! That does sound awful. Hopefully the both of us have filled our quotas for hitting things & seeing things get hit. The image does kinda stay in your mind, doesn't it?
Oh, no! I'm so glad you and Dawson are all right, though! I hope you don't have to endure that again, either!
P.S. Nathan wants to know... how many points was the buck? And did you get to keep the venison? 8-| Oh, and he's glad you're all safe, too. :P LOL
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