I've been hit by a deer. I don't mean in a car, I mean just standing in a field.
I let my dog off to run and I took my glasses off to rub my eyes (I had just woke from a nap, was hard to see in full daylight) and I know the dog disappeared into the thicket, but I didn't know there were deer in it. By the time I got my glasses back on I had a deer running on either side of me breaking in opposite directions, and the one in the middle ran right smack into me.
It wasn't a buck and I didn't get trampled, but it took the wind out of me.
I've also been bit by two snakes (separate occasions), bucked and kicked by a horse (in sequence), and sprayed by a skunk at point-blank range.
The joys of having grown up in hill country.
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