We were humming along in our Yellow beast, now adequately named. When out of no where 2 deer jumped the divide of the freeway/motorway and ran right at our car. Aaron slowed down as much as he could but they sped up and ran right in front of us. The night air was littered with deer innards, poop and blood. They yellow beast had torn the first deer in two and thrown it about 20 feet in front of us. The other deer a small doe had survived. We didn't know the other deer had survived until we came back to scene of the massacre a few minutes later to retrieve the front grill of out car. The emblem was lost to the carnage and is either inside the deer or in the brush somewhere.
We returned to the scene to find another car pulled up along side the freeway guarding the surviving doe. She was in the middle of the freeway all legs broken and one snapped in half. We tried to warn on coming traffic of the danger until CHP arrived. We were then in a very sever tone told to get off the freeway. We left in a hurry.
We are fine, a little shaken after the accident. The car has a few dents and the front grill is a little worse for ware but if it wasn't for the tank things might have been a lot worse.
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It is so sad to hit something like that. In Tahoe, one night we hit a bear (or rather, it attacked our car), the next day I killed a squirrel and then a chipmunk and then maimed another squirrel. A few days later I ran over a deer carcass. I was a wreck. It was like I was driving the Subaru of Death.
Glad you guys are OK.
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