[Crowbob]

Years ago, one very dark and icy deer season evening, driving 70-ish northward on 1-75 north of Houghton Lake in a bare bones F-100 pickup with no radio and my two little kids fast asleep strapped to the vinyl bench seat, the taillights of the two cars 1/4 mile ahead of me all of a sudden blinked erratically for a second or two.

Weird.

Next thing I know I’m headed straight into a flock of GD deer nonchalantly walking across the freeway like they owned the place. Holy fudge on a stick! Feet off the pedals, I aimed for a small opening, bracing for impact.

Just as the driver’s wheels, front and back lifted, the driver’s door mirror swiped the white tail of one of ‘em while just above the hood on the passenger’s side a huge deer head with eyes wide-open sailed over the cab.

I jerked the steering wheel back to neutral forcing the truck to violently plant all for tires and coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the highway. I looked at my two babies, fast asleep, and sobbed at the miracle I had just experienced.

Not a scratch.