So I was driving down Belmont Avenue yesterday just after noon when I felt a hard bang in the front of the car and saw a light brown and white shape flash in front of my face for a millisecond, gone before my full senses could identify what happened, but my reptile brain knew immediately I’d hit a deer.
He came across three lanes of a completely car-free Belmont to slam into my very red car on a sunny day. How are there any deer alive anywhere if that is the limit of their treat-avoidance skills?
Anyway, what really interested me was that I had to pull over immediately because the fender was rubbing the tire hard, and within seconds, three cars and a van pulled over to check on the deer (I was going 55 so there wasn’t much question in my mind); I was unhurt physically, but my feelings were a little bruised as no one pulled over to check on me.
I made two quick phone calls then looked up again to see that the cars, the van and the deer were all gone before the Liberty cops even arrived. The cop who wrote up the accident report told me that was pretty common. “Deer carcasses don’t last long out here.”
On one hand I’m glad that the deer didn’t rot on the side of the road; better that he’s feeding someone’s family. But I keep wondering what it says about the local economy that road kill is such a highly-sought-after delicacy.
Wow Dennis! We talked at the party last night and you didn’t say a thing about the deer. Wish you would have, cause I’d have left the party to try and pick it up. Ok, that was a bad joke and yes it’s sad that the folks in our community are in this kind of situation. What’s even sadder is what happen in Connecticut. No matter how bad things seem for some of us, things could be much worse. This is the most wonderful time of the year and yet tragedy is always at someone’s doorstep. I wish you and all your readers a merry and most blessed Christmas and happy and prosperous New Year. May God bless all of us.
Thank you Lou. It seems many people are having a very difficult time wrapping their heads around what happened Friday in Newtown. We used to have friends who lived there. It’s hard to imagine a less likely setting for something this horrible. I can’t imagine how those parents feel.
Update: I just got the insurance estimate. Those better be some very tasty deer steaks. $5900.
Hopefully the people that took the deer will invite you over for dinner.
Something tells me I’d rather just stop at the Hot Dog Shop.
Forget the economy for a bit. Think of what this incidence says about our caring for eachother. BTW, you still may get a chance to enjoy that dear at the Dog Shop.