After hitting two does with my 2014 Buick Encore a couple weeks ago, I regrettably fancied myself the area’s champion deerslayer. ...
... City resident Danny Lee popped into the Commonwealth office and lamented the state of my sad-looking vehicle. His commiseration turned to glee, however, as he told me that when it comes to killing whitetails out of season and without a tag, I’m a piker.
“I’ve hit nine deer,” said Lee, explaining that in his 30 years as a mostly third-shift guard at Waupun Correctional Institution, many are the dark nights and early mornings he drove in the dark, much to his insurance carrier’s dismay.
He’s also hit several raccoons and possums, but the Bambis are the ones who take out fenders, headlights and hoods while keeping our local body shops solvent.
“I had the Camaro and I smacked a deer,” Lee recalled. “I went and had the car fixed and [his insurance company] paid for it. The afternoon after I picked up my car, I smacked two of them.
“They paid for that one and then promptly canceled the policy.”
“That was an act of nature. I didn’t drive into the field to smack ’em. I came over the hill and there’s two of them standing there right below the [hill crest]. It was an act of God.”
Not all of Lee’s stories have a sad ending.
Take the time he hit the same dog — twice. ...
To read the entire column, including how Danny Lee hit the same dog twice, see the Feb. 9, 2017 edition of The Ripon Commonwealth Press.