After the 8th grade spring dance, I left the school building to walk to the parking lot and wait for my dad to come and pick me up. Lo and behold, he was standing by our big white van, scowling. I suddenly realized that the front of the van was crushed, smeared with blood, and covered with bits of hair. He had hit a dear on the way to pick me up. As if attending a boy-girl dance wasn't already trauma enough!
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After the 8th grade spring dance, I left the school building to walk to the parking lot and wait for my dad to come and pick me up. Lo and behold, he was standing by our big white van, scowling. I suddenly realized that the front of the van was crushed, smeared with blood, and covered with bits of hair. He had hit a dear on the way to pick me up. As if attending a boy-girl dance wasn't already trauma enough!
Yes, I think it was pretty big. It looked like a buck from the very brief glance I got at it.
Do you have white-tailed deer in the U.K?.