Still undefeated

I almost hit a deer this morning.

It’s a regular thing.

Like me, they’re usually on the move at first light.

They seldom catch me by surprise because I expect them to be on the road, but occasionally it takes a bit of fancy driving to miss them.

I’m apparently in the minority on that.

Instead of swerving or hitting the brakes, a lot of folks in Montana, just plow ahead, their trucks protected by armored bumpers that wouldn’t be out of place on the front of a freight train.

Cow catchers, they used to call them.

Now, grill guards are all the rage.

No more trips to the body shop. No more muleys i...