Today, I loaded up lunch and headed down to the retirement property. Tim had left early to do some early hunting reconnaissance and to sight in his rifle. Tomorrow is the first day of buck season, and he's plenty excited about it.
Once he was done with that, we had a big day. We are putting on the garage doors. Tim had watched approximately 1351 you-tube videos before settling on just the doors we were going to build.
So on along 11AM, I loaded up the car and headed out. Driving there, I glanced in the rearview mirror, and when I brought my eyes forward, there was a deer leaping squarely in front of me. A car was coming the other way. Knowing nothing was behind me, I slammed on my brakes, dishes went flying everywhere, and the accident was unavoidable.
The deer gave one mighty lunge, and I missed it.
I cannot tell you how close this was. I think his hind quarters probably dusted the side of my car off.
I scared the bejeebers out of myself. I was still shaking when I pulled into our driveway, and Tim stopped what he was doing to help me unload dinner from the car. I had the rear door open and was pulling covered dishes out from under the front seat. He could tell I was a little more emotional than usual. He looked quizzical.
I explained about the deer and how close it was, and how badly it rattled me. "I've never come that close to a deer without hitting it," I said.
He listened interestedly. "Was it a buck?"
I stared at him in disbelief before I snapped, "I couldn't tell you, Tim!" and I headed inside.