Deer are my biggest hazard on my pre-morning rides. I've learn to bid everything a hearty "Good Mornin', ______ (raccoon, cat possum, deer, etc.)," and everything scoots on as soon as they realize there's a human behind the lights. Or maybe they just recognize my voice and realize that under the right circumstances their new name might be Food. Anyway, deer are the most flighty things. You don't know when their going to run and which way, because they don't know when their going to run and which way until the last second.
Had one dart, awhile back, across the road between me and an on-coming car.
Had another, more recently, run down the ditch beside me until she decided to cut across in front of me. As soon as her little, pointy hooves hit the asphault, so did the rest of her. Busted her butt. That was pretty funny. All I did was swerve around her while she was flailing around trying to right herself. Flighty, must be a female thing.
