re: #55 PhillyPretzel

I remember when my dad hit a doe with his old Grand Marquis. He had to get his right headlight replaced. He could not brag about the “points.”

I was driving through Acadia National Park about dusk one night decades ago

Thank god I was going slow,, 15-20 mph or so because around a blind curve, standing smack in the middle of the narrow road was a moose. I came to a stop about 25 yards from him. He lifted his head, looked at me an I swear i heard him say “hhmmfff”, let looked away from me and continued just standing there