Last weekend I jacked up the front bumper of my Tundra hitting a doe.
I guess I have been really lucky because I live in a really rural area and I drive a lot of miles early in the morning.
In fact my wife does too and our last animal strike was 25 years ago.
I did everything right and if I had done anything but brake we might have piled up and took several other vehicles with us.
I did everything right on Saturday but it wasn't that way on a archery elk hunt in SW Washington some 25 or so years ago.
I had hunted all day solo, with plans for meeting up with some hunting partners and camping over night.
The elk and the would be hunting partners never showed, so I began working my way back down the logging roads toward pavement. A few miles from pavement, and well after dark, I came around a curve with a high cut bank on the left and a really steep drop-off on the right.
There in the middle of the road was a herd of cows (wapiti not jerseys). After 10 hours of sideways rain and no elk I was ticked. I revved up the engine, hit the high beams, and started blowing the horn as I mock charged the lead cow.
BIG MISTAKE !!!!