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Mon Sep 19, 2016 1:23 pm
Well, I ran over my first deer. Quite literally ran over, not hit. I was taking my typical Friday night drive. It was still a bit early, deer hours. Post dusk, but not quite black night. I see them regularly at that time and typically drive a bit later to avoid them and traffic. I'm quite careful for them as well as all the 'coons, bunnies, fox, possum, bobcat, etc. I guess it was only 9:30 as I was cruising along Summit Road. I was speeding, though not excessively, just the usual faster than the posted speed limit one would drive when visibility is good. This is a link between the curvy roads I like, so I was not "attacking" anything.
Well, three deer were on the side of the road. I saw them, as well as the oncoming traffic, with plenty of reaction time to spare. Three cars, starting with an SUV, then a car, then a truck. Well, they were closer to the deer than I was, so they "got there first". As I approached, I was preparing to stop, as it appeared they were to, but the scene changed. The deer were going to make a break for it. So, it appeared there was an opening to cruise through and that's when I decided a complete stop wasn't necessary. Similarly, that's what the SUV in opposing traffic must have thought, though they were completely wrong in that they had the wrong direction. The deer ran in front of, behind and directly into (all three deer) this SUV who apparently decided to freaking gun it through there. Well, the spooked deer in the middle charged into the now speeding SUV and WHAM! off the side of the SUV, tossed into the air, flipping, about 6 feet up and about 10 feet over, THUD! directly in front of my still moving (maybe 10 MPH) car. It landed on it's side and that's how I ran over the deer. I could feel it under my seat, soft, kind of rolling around. I could not drive over it all the way. I put it in reverse and pulled back. I was off the deer. It lay there, facing me, eyes glassed over.
The SUV was gone. I pulled ahead, then over. I have some gloves, so I put those on and went to drag the deer out of the lane and onto the shoulder. She twitched a bit as I did this. I had to tell myself it was nerves. That she's dead and not suffering. I patted her on the side and wished her well in her spiritual journey (just in case). Emotionally, this sucked pretty bad. I went back to the car, got the flashlight and inspected the undercarriage as much as I could see. Vehicularly, there was no problem. I don’t have that nice lip spoiler, so my front end clearance is pretty significant.
As I drove away I thought about it. The visual of the flipping deer in the air, the eyes facing me as it lay in the road. I've killed other things. I've not felt good about any of those, but they were smaller (and mentally, that's significant). Many a time I have thought happily about the lack of ever killing a deer. It's not uncommon in California. Now, I've had a part in it. Maybe he would have lived through that tossing, had I not ran him over the second time. It doesn't matter. It just sucked and that particular deer is dead. Was the SUV supposed to stop and check things out? Was I supposed to call the highway patrol to clear the carcass? Could I have just tossed it into my trunk and taken it to a butcher? Do other people take road kill to butchers? Do I need a hunting license to do that? Is it expensive or can I pay by letting the butcher keep half of the meat?
How wasteful I must be, driving off, leaving the dead dear, polluting my atmosphere with burnt gas, all in the name of s***'s and giggles? A joy ride? I didn't feel much joy in my heart that night. I'm a bit upset about it all. I didn't even tell my wife. I don't think I can. She'd just cry. I could have told my friend on Saturday, as we were mountain biking around trails. I chickened out. I feel like telling someone. So, I’m telling you.