A few years ago my brother totaled his Harley in a collision with a deer and spent the night in the hospital with a concussion. Good thing he was wearing a helmet. It was his third deer/ motorcycle collision in thirty years. I’ve had a few close calls in the last several years, only one on the bike.
My closest call was with a turkey buzzard. I crested a hill on a county blacktop to see several of them feasting on a dead deer. They all started to liftoff and clear the area when one of them turned back toward the road still flapping like crazy to gain some altitude. I guess he was gorged on rotten deer meat because he turned right into me about four feet off the road. I ducked and went under him with no apparent contact. I once saw, and smelled, the remains of a turkey buzzard spread through the cockpit of a T-2 Buckeye jet trainer. I don’t like thinking what he could have done to me on the BA. The stink alone could have been near fatal.
