I suppose it was bound to happen. I can't really blame Farmer H. With so many deer out here, lounging around, acting like they own the place, it was just a matter of time.
On the way to town Tuesday morning, Farmer H hit a deer. I doubt it was one of OUR deer. This one was about 2.5 miles away, on the county blacktop road. I think deer mainly stay in a 1-square mile area, but I can't remember where I read that.
Anyhoo... according to Farmer H:
"I seen a baby standing at the side of the road. It was old enough not to have spots, but it wasn't full-grown. I slowed down, watching it, in case it ran across. While I was going by, the mother jumped out in front of my truck! I hit it with the front corner. I stopped and looked in the mirror. It was on its back in the middle of the road, with its legs waving. Then it rolled over and ran off. I guess it wasn't hurt too bad, because it got up and ran. Stunned, maybe. It didn't hurt my truck."
Well. That's the best case scenario. A deer can kill a person when it gets hit and crashes through the windshield. Not that I don't have sympathy for the deer. But people's lives are more important. Farmer H was fine. SilverRedO was fine. The deer left under its own power.
This is what can happen when deer get too comfortable in populated areas. Hunting season has a purpose, and that's to thin the deer herd. It's good for people, and good for the remaining deer, because the food supply can only support so many of them through the winter.
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