Living in Northern New England as we do, one thing we're always on the lookout for is big critters on the road in dark hours. Granted, it seems it happens to us all once in our lives, no matter how careful we are or what preventative measures we take, we're bound to have the occasional collision with a deer.
Mine happened in the early morning hours Saturday on my way to Maine's Ultimate Yard Sale. Given that it was dark and slightly foggy, I was going about 30-35, at one instant saw the deer to my left, and at the next instant, I had already heard the "thud", having zero time to even swerve! The poor deer must have staggered off into the woods because he was gone in a flash. Miraculously I was not hurt, no mechanical damage was done to my car, but I was left with a healthy dent from the driver's side door to the upper corner of my headlamp.
This was the second incident I've had with a deer. The first happened in Massachusetts where I grew up, where one bonked into the back of my 1987 Pontiac Bonneville. Of course, those cars were tanks compared the automobiles of today, and all HE left was a tiny scratch near the fuel door.
Though I was not born in Maine, I guess I can count myself as one step closer to a Real Mainer now that I've had my Dance with the Deer... --Leif Erickson