D’oh – a Deer
Posted By Russ Emerson on October 6, 2005 at 5:24 pm
There are downsides to working the hours I do, as the guy who keeps the Internet running in the evenings and nights, but I knew most of those downsides going in.
Driving home during the wee hours of the morning, I expected that the biggest hazard I would face would be the occasional drunk driver. So far I haven’t noticed even one that was obviously out of control; most nights on my 17-mile drive home I see fewer than a dozen other vehicles on the road at “oh-drunk-thirty.”
The one I threat hadn’t anticipated, though, was… well, read on:
Deer-vehicle crashes mount
Auto collisions with deer are a year-round problem. But the peak season is starting
By JIM NESBITT, Staff Writer
William Burgess had a close encounter of the antlered kind on an after-midnight drive to his Knightdale home in February.
His shiny black 2004 Nissan Xterra plowed into a big, white-tailed buck that suddenly leaped into his lane. The force of the collision popped both air bags and crushed the car’s front grille, fender, headlights, radiator and hood to the tune of more than $8,000 in damage.
After the crash, at 1:30 a.m. on U.S. 64, Burgess, a veteran Wake County sheriff’s deputy, felt stunned and lucky to be alive.
“I never saw that deer,” said Burgess, 37. “I was literally riding down the road, and my air bags popped — BOOM! I hit it smack dab in the middle. When I got my wits about me, I was just breathing a sigh of relief.”
Almost every night on my drive home, I see deer. I usually see just one deer at a time, but I’ve also seen groups as large as seven or eight adults and youngsters. Most of the time, all I see is a deer butt as the critter scurries away from the road into the woods, but on occasion I see them standing by the side of the road, looking as if they are waiting to cross.
Twice so far, I’ve had to slow down to let them finish crossing the road. I have not yet needed to take evasive action or stand on my brakes, but I have a feeling it’s only a matter of time. Consequently, I drive slower than is perhaps necessary, with a much greater degree of attention paid to the road and roadsides than if I were making the same drive during daylight hours.
I don’t want to hit a deer, ever… and not just because of the vehicle damage that would result. I don’t know what percentage of deer hit by cars are killed instantly, but it can’t be all of them.
What does a person do with a suffering, dying animal? I can think of only one right answer, and I don’t like it, but the merciful thing would have to be done nevertheless. It’s a good thing I travel equipped for just such contingencies, if you take my meaning — I just hope I never have to do it.