Total accident. Near Yosemite. Was crusin along about 65, looked to the right, didn't see anything, looked back to the center line, and saw her lunging at my car.
Last view I had was her right in front of my left rear view mirror, left ftont foot on the road, and right front foot raised like attack position.
I drive a little beige colored Nissan, nearest I can figure, she caught a whiff of a dear nearby, saw my car in motion, and went for it.
Just barely caught her head with the rounded part of my front bumper, bit of blood and hair on the car, but otherwise, not a scratch.
Kind of a shame.
I shook for a good twenty minutes before I drove back and dragged her off the road, she was dead on the centerline.
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were just where you were. No right, no wrong, just what happened.