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I live in TN now. I was headed to an early AM doctor appointment a few months ago. The road was winding as most are in my neck of the woods.

I rounded a curve and nearly plowed into a small herd of does just standing on the road...beside the road...probably having a nice chat.
Luckily I wasn't going all that fast and avoided any collision. They just took their time about moving out of the way. 'Twas odd.
I could swear I heard one of them mutter, "Cheeky bastard."

I live in TN now. I was headed to an early AM doctor appointment a few months ago. The road was winding as most are in my neck of the woods.

I rounded a curve and nearly plowed into a small herd of does just standing on the road...beside the road...probably having a nice chat. Luckily I wasn't going all that fast and avoided any collision. They just took their time about moving out of the way. 'Twas odd. I could swear I heard one of them mutter, "Cheeky bastard."

My wife and I were driving at night through Nevada - on the way to Tonopah from Rachel. That's open range country. You drive EXTRA carefully there. Sure enough, there was a herd of cattle lazily crossing the highway. All you can do is stop, put your flashers on (to alert anyone behind you), and wait for them to finish.

If you hit a steer in Nevada, not only will you have damage to your car, you'll get sued by the ranch owner for BIG bucks.