my disabled car, after hitting a deer early this winter. hubby was driving us into work, early and still dark out.. and she came running out so fast.. we live in the country, and seeing deer is daily, i often count how many i can see on any given day.. sometimes i can count 10-15. i had gotten pretty good at being the scout, spotting deer and pointing them out, as well as dodging wild turkeys and foxes and other odd creatures in the road..
this was the first deer hitting for me, and i was heart broken.. we didn't leave her on the side of the road.. i'm native american, and my dad hunted, we were terribly poor and hunting kept our family alive for all my youth. and it was never a frivolous thing, never an animal would die in vain, so even tho this was an accident, i felt to blame, my hubby honoured my beliefs by going back, getting her body and giving it to a hunter friend of ours..
so, car details, with a story..