IDAHO UPDATE
Our car almost hit a deer last night. We were driving along a rural road and suddenly YIKES this deer, who had apparently been waiting in the dark for a car to come along, leaped in front of us, forcing me to slam on the brakes and barely avoid making the weewee of startlement. Why do deer do this? Do they enjoy it? Do they give each other high hooves and go, "Good one, Bob! They will have to clean the seats for sure!"?
Maybe we need some kind of federal program to keep them occupied, such as midnight deer basketball.

"The Weewee of Startlement." Companion book to "Runaway Bunny?"
Posted by: SW | July 28, 2007 at 11:53 AM
*thinks of Nurse Tammy's brother who just took one out a few weeks ago on his motorcycle*
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 28, 2007 at 11:55 AM
oh dear! no bear?
Posted by: crossgirl | July 28, 2007 at 11:56 AM
Um. "Took one out" NOT as in "on a date," but as in, "Bambi roadkill." Sheesh.
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 28, 2007 at 11:58 AM
YA outta be around here in the fall mating season. Fast rule, where you see a doe cross the road, wait a couple of seconds and there will be a buck right behind.
I think it is a guy thing.
Posted by: Mikey | July 28, 2007 at 12:01 PM
deskdiva,
I take it they weren't from West VA then?
Posted by: Mikey | July 28, 2007 at 12:02 PM
snork @ Mikey. You beat me to it!
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | July 28, 2007 at 12:07 PM
Nope, Mikey. Illinois.
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 28, 2007 at 12:14 PM
Dang those maniac Florida drivers...
Posted by: Idaho Deer | July 28, 2007 at 12:33 PM
After my ex hit a deer and totalled his pickup, he bought some "deer whistles" for both of our cars. Somehow these are supposed to keep the deer from leaping in front of cars that are travelling 60 miles an hour. So far, haven't hit a deer, but I'm not sure if it is due to the whistles, or just not being in the vicinity of suicidal deer.
Posted by: foggiest notion | July 28, 2007 at 12:36 PM
I think they wack off your wacker for deer hunting with your car. At least they take you out back and have someone native to this country ambush you. Then history allows people of the next century to search for arrowheads and stuff at the spot you were wacked. You don't think? nah.
Posted by: lilrascal | July 28, 2007 at 01:09 PM
Forgive me for not being remotely funny, but when they do that it usually means the doe has a fawn nearby. She sees or hears you coming and she DOES wait until the last minute to leap out in front of you - she decided that you are a predator and she's trying to distract you and lead you away from her baby.
This tactic works well with, say, real predators who give a darn about eating her baby, weigh less than a ton and move slower than 60 mph. The deer haven't quite figured out that this tactic does NOT work with cars.
Posted by: Tanpopo | July 28, 2007 at 01:24 PM
And even less funny, these occurrences will increase as urban sprawl squeezes ever more deer into ever decreasing habitat, wipes out what few predators remain, and cultural sensitivities thin the ranks of hunters who have traditionally been a herd management tool.
Posted by: pogo | July 28, 2007 at 01:32 PM
Posted by: pogo | July 28, 2007 at 01:33 PM
Curiouser and curiouser...
Posted by: pogo | July 28, 2007 at 01:34 PM
Oh my god, Tanpopo, my mom killed Bambi's mother! I knew it!
Posted by: Bethie | July 28, 2007 at 01:37 PM
Curiouser and curiouser, indeed....
Posted by: Alice | July 28, 2007 at 01:41 PM
When I was five my dad hit a deer. My mom took me with her to pick up my dad, who was a bit shaken. I saw the deer and asked "Mommy is that Bambi?"
My mother replied, "No Bambi is smart enough to know not to jump in front of cars."
Me as a five year old accepted this and didn't worry about it anymore.
Posted by: almne | July 28, 2007 at 01:51 PM
Ha! C'mon up to Maine, Dave, and try playing chicken with a moose.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 28, 2007 at 01:56 PM
"Wee Wee Of Startlement"....LOFL!
Posted by: Chuckles | July 28, 2007 at 02:05 PM
Has anybody seen the s.b.?
Posted by: CJrun | July 28, 2007 at 02:12 PM
Mr. Camera cited for hitting photographer
http://nz.entertainment.yahoo.com/070727/6/117m.html
Posted by: Solid citizen | July 28, 2007 at 03:07 PM
Not all of Idaho is forrest. There is this banana shaped thing that is on the lower half of the state. A lot of the major towns fit in there. Keep in mind, they are right above Utah, and Nevada.
The vast majority of the dear don't live anywhere near the vast majority of the people. It just happens that way.
I didn't know that about the dear trying to protect. It makes a lot of sense.
So why do Cows do that?
Posted by: Alfred | July 28, 2007 at 03:08 PM
"Wee Wee Of Startlement"? isn't that one of the most feared weapons in World of Warcraft? (or maybe the least feared..I can't remember)
Posted by: russellmc | July 28, 2007 at 03:23 PM
I bet its for nightelves
Posted by: Alfred | July 28, 2007 at 03:25 PM
Dave, didn't you ever see the commercial where the two squirrels are waiting by the side of the road, them one jumps out and makes the driver crash before high fiving his friend?
Same thing.
foggiest: Suicidal Deer WBAGNFARB.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 28, 2007 at 03:42 PM
I've lived in the northwest my whole life and I think they do enjoy it. I have, on multiple occasions, had deer cross the road well in front of me. They then realize the mistake they made with their timing, and dart back across the road, this time right in front of me.
Posted by: him | July 28, 2007 at 03:50 PM
a moose put me in the ditch once - I guess it's the headlights - they check out what the bright light is.
Posted by: Rick | July 28, 2007 at 04:20 PM
I put a moose in a ditch once for checking out my headlights.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 28, 2007 at 05:42 PM
Dave's deer must have a cousin in Indianapolis. When I lived there, I was on the way to work one morning and a deer walked out into the road. Now, this was inside the 465 loop, in a residential area. Couldn't believe it.
Probably out for Starbucks.
Posted by: Steve (The 24 Guy) | July 28, 2007 at 05:52 PM
...or doenuts.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 28, 2007 at 05:58 PM
Dave, the Disneyland people know what to do about pesky insects and animals.
Posted by: Ross | July 28, 2007 at 06:48 PM
I think it's time to rev up the Western Moatarita Maker, don't you?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 28, 2007 at 07:17 PM
Dave, the next time y'all go
gallivantin' around foolishly in among a bunch of nature merely for thrillson a trip to research your next book, try a little farther north ... they have night hockey for deer in Canada ... merely sayin' ...(They have hockey for EVERYbuddy, in Canada ...)
(Annie ... does doesn't have nuts ... that's whut makes 'em does ... and not doughnuts ...)
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | July 28, 2007 at 07:24 PM
Multiple SNORKS at Annie.
Posted by: Renee (the First) | July 28, 2007 at 07:34 PM
Here in Idaho the attempt to re-introduce wolves to help with the whole balance-of-nature thing has been too successful, to the point that the wolves are making hunting elk more challenging and they even help themselves to an occasional calf or lamb, so our governor and his hunting buddies want to allow the wolves to be hunted back to extinction. Apparently the wolves aren't having much impact on the deer overpopulation, though. Maybe if we issued SUV's and Florida driver's licenses to the wolves...
And welcome back to Idaho, Dave, we've missed you!
Posted by: shellann | July 28, 2007 at 08:08 PM
In Florida, the deer don't even think about trying this stunt - Florida retirees don't stop for nuthin'.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 28, 2007 at 08:48 PM
A couple of weeks ago, my youngest daughter's boyfriend asked for her dad for her hand in marriage. After getting an official parental blessing, he drove home and hit a deer.
He's ok. Deer and car are dead.
For the wedding dinner, I'm thinking venison.
Posted by: slyeyes | July 29, 2007 at 12:54 AM
Non-funny, but from me that's a given, eh? There are some 40,000 deer-car accidents in Michigan each year. The numbers is PA and WI (and maybe OH) are similar.
In most cases the deer are just hanging out on the road when a car comes by, and the headlights freeze them.
The programs for reducing this problem in MI are called "bow season" and "firearms season." The only other reliable predators of deer are big cats, and most of us will agree that we don't really want or need more of them.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | July 29, 2007 at 08:15 AM
I wrote the following piece for edumnds.com
http://www.edmunds.com/insideline/do/Features/articleId=106854
Clemson University did a research project on deer strikes for the South Carolina DOT for which they (Clemson, not the deer) were paid upwards of a half million dollars. The conclusions: Motorists should watch out for deer, especially around dawn and sunset and also when male deer are horny. And hunters should shoot more deer. Heck, I would have told 'em that for a quarter-million and thrown in some really good recipes.
Posted by: Mac Demere | July 29, 2007 at 11:27 AM
I cannot believe that no one posted something along these lines.
Doe, a deer, a female deer.
Ray, a drop of golden sun.
Me, a name I call myself.
\Etc. ad nauseum.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | July 29, 2007 at 12:34 PM
FA, a long, long way to run....:)
Posted by: Eleanor | July 29, 2007 at 01:03 PM
Homer: D'oh!
Lisa: A deer!
Marge: A female deer!
Seemed appropriate given the movie opened on Friday ;)
Posted by: Chris | July 29, 2007 at 01:58 PM
Tsk, tsk El, you're in danger of revealing your age.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | July 29, 2007 at 01:59 PM
Sew, a needle pulling thread... (I'm old too)
Posted by: foggiest notion | July 29, 2007 at 02:06 PM
Laa, a note that follows so. *Commandeers the geezer bus*
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | July 29, 2007 at 02:12 PM
Tea, a drink with jam and bread....
aside to Mot - they show it on TV every year. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. ;)
Posted by: Eleanor | July 29, 2007 at 03:22 PM
*pops* in for a sec.
My favorite version is this:
DO RE MI BEER, by Homer J. Simpson.
DOUGH... the stuff... that buys me beer...
RAY..... the guy that sells me beer...
ME...... the guy... who drinks the beer,
FAR..... the distance to my beer
SO...... I think I'll have a beer...
LA...... La la la la la la beer
TEA..... no thanks, I'm drinking beer...
That will bring us back to...
(Looks into an empty glass)
D'OH!
*pops* out (El's using her zipper so I can't borrow that)
Posted by: Siouxie | July 29, 2007 at 06:02 PM
This same thing happend to me when I was in Ohio a couple weeks ago. I saw the deer watch me aproach before it jumped directly in front of my car.
I think that this is some kiind of deer fraternity prank.
Posted by: AlanBoss | July 30, 2007 at 01:01 AM
Enjoyed reading this interesting stuff ! thank you !
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