I was coming home at Twilight, along MT Hwy 200 a "few" years ago, in a 3/4 T Ford pick up. 3-4 whitetail does were wandering aimlessly on the asphalt. I eventually came to a dead stop, while they finished what they were up to. One doe did a fancy "never-seen-before-or-since" whirley-gig dance, fell on the pavement next to the driver's door. She got up, head spinning and ran smack into the side of the pickup bed, making a nice little dimple. I guess the collision knocked the bearings back in place, as she trotted off happily to rejoin her sorority sisters

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