Abby, Abby, Abby. As long as you are okey-dokey that's all that counts. Dopey deer, dear. What the hell is wrong with them that they become car magnets. A friend hit one on Route 78 near the Pennsylvania border and because he described in the accident report that he hit the dear instead of the dear hitting him the insurance paid zero, zip, nada, NOTHING.
This should be a signal, a sign that Florida is the move to make. Coming back to The Villages from Hollywood Florida I was driving cautiously because I assumed the deer were just waiting to ruin my day like in Jorsey, how wrong I was. I have seen a total of one deer about the size of a German Shepard and it wasn't a coyote. Very sorry for your troubles. I hope The Old Mare can be resurrected.
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