“If it were up to you, all the deer would be living in our garage,” my dad said to me.

I squinted at him sideways and grinned. He knew me well.

My dad was tracking the deer tags from local hunters. I was looking at the animals in the back of pickup trucks.

We lived in an area where herds of deer were less than a mile from our town. I once counted 150 deer studying me from a corn field.

Driving was a little treacherous, especially at dusk. Sometimes we’d stop our vehicle and let the herd travel around us on the highway.

“Watch out for deer!” was the usual farewell when I drove back to college.

Unfortunately, a deer recently jumped into the side of my car in Minnesota lakes county. My daughter was borrowing my car. The entire driver side was smashed, but thankfully, my daughter and her

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