so last night i was driving along this winding country road, and there was another car coming in the opposite direction. right as we're getting close to eachother, this adult male deer runs right the fuck out in front of me. so i slam the brake and literally miss the deer by about half a foot... at this point, i had a split second of relief until i saw the car that was coming opposite to me hit the deer dead fuckin on. the deer flew up in the air, right over top of the car, and straight down onto the road. right now the only thing going through my head is, '...holy shit.' so i pull over and head over to see the deer and the damage to the guy's car and make sure hes alright and what not. and as i'm getting close to the deer, this pick up comes along, doesn't see the deer in time and runs right the hell over it, breaking any remaining limbs left in its body and completely eliminating any chance of it being alive. i felt terrible. the guy in the other car was alright, but the hood of his car was killed and his radiator was shot - but clearly the deer got the shorter end of the stick here. it made me think of how people whine about their car being wrecked, but really... the deer is dead, youre not dead.. so i pulled the deer off the road and talked to the other guy for like 10 minutes. i was also stoned the whole time... it was a very sketchy experience.