So here is the story of how I got my first deer.

They say when you see a deer wait because there’s always at least one more. How true this proved to be for me the Saturday before Christmas.

I and my little family were on the way to Van Wert on Lincoln Highway just after dusk. We had Ringo in the car because we figured he could use an outing. He’s a very good traveler, often falling asleep halfway through the ride. He seems to enjoy coming with us so we take him whenever we can.

We were approaching the river bridge just east of Converse-Roselm Road and I saw it. A deer! Wait. There were more of them! Holy Cats! What am I supposed to do? They were all the way across the road. If I went left, I was hitting a deer. If I went right, I was hitting a deer. If I stayed the course forward, yup, you guessed it, I was hitting a deer.