I was driving a rental Mustang on a twisty two lane over the Cascades at about midnight. Driving way too fast(as usual) over a hump into a left hand sweeper when I spotted three dear staring at me. Hit the brakes and killed the headlights waiting for the impact. It didn't come. I figure killing the lights broke the spell, and the screech of tires(pre-antilock) spooked them, but there might be a little shit luck involved.
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