Very interesting situations with animals on the road lately; a couple weeks ago I was driving home, it was a foggy night but cold, the roads were wet and almost frozen, I was rounding a bend and going just a tad bit too fast to be able to stop on a dime in those conditions. I was in a foul mood. Deer were running across the road, I saw one on the shoulder on the right and knew that where there's one there are usually more, so immediately started to slow down but not enough time. Another deer was starting to cross and there was no way that I wasn't going to hit it. I remember thinking; "I'm hitting the deer". I hit the deer, it was a buck, there was almost zero impact like it just tumbled away and I didn't see anything. I pulled over, backed up, and there was a doe in the middle of the road, skull cracked; fully dead, the buck was a few meters behind on the shoulder, neck broken; fully dead. No damage to the vehicle other than one very small piece of plastic.
About a minute later as I was sitting there shocked thinking to myself "I just killed two deer in an instant" two young hunters drove by, pulled over, asked about the deer, asked if i would mind if they took one to skin, I said please take them both. The timing was impeccable. I was glad they were dead and not badly injured instead. I was glad that their bodies were utilized.
Tonight was a normal night, on my way home on the highway going about 90 a raccoon came out of nowhere running directly towards the tires. I remember a moment when I said to myself "There is no way in hell I'm going to kill this raccoon too". Without another thought I cranked the wheel to the left, tires squealing, did almost a full 360 in the middle of the highway; lucky no other cars. It reminded me of a one reign stop, in an instant I was from 90 to stopped. I thought I may have heard a very light bump like the raccoon got bounced to the side a little but certainly didn't run over him, and couldn't find him, no blood, I think he's ok. A teenage kid came from the house to check on me; that was nice of him. Good skid marks on the road. I know they say never swerve for animals but it's hard for me not to live by instinct and especially when it needs to happen fast; I seem to do well in those kind of situations.
I have not even come close to hitting anything my whole life and I do a LOT of driving through mountains and wilderness highly populated with wildlife, except for the first six months when I was 16 and I had my learners; I hit birds on about six different occasions, once a whole flock of little ones, and a cat who couldn't walk after I hit it, very squished; I convinced these hockey guys who were driving by to kill it as quickly as possible, I couldn't stand to think of it in so much pain. After I got my license, nothing ever.
Moral of the story: Janette, turn your spidy sense back on !!! Maybe glasses will help.
Also, a few days ago, I very timingly came across a couple who had just hunted a bob cat, I was coming around the snowy little mountain road bend and their truck with bob cat tied to it was parked right in the middle of the road, almost hit them and stopped suddenly, my hood facing theirs, staring at a dead bob cat right in front of me as it was tied to their hood; like I almost could have touched it. As I fumbled for my camera which had fallen under the seat, the woman grabbed the cat but I managed to snap a shot of her with it as I drove past. I didn't like that they had a bob cat; maybe they were trying to catch something else, it seemed odd.
And these are the days of my life...