Most of this outdoorsy time has occurred miles from cities, out in the hinterlands of Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, Missouri, South Dakota, and even in rugged, exotic locales with lots of mountains, like Colorado. I have come face-to-face with bison, had antelope run across the road in front of my car, and even had Rocky Mountain sheep stare at me as I took their picture. And, the deer! Oh, the deer! I have had figurative run-ins with mule deer out west, and very-close-to-literal run-ins with White-Tailed deer around here, dozens of times. Once I saw two big bucks frolicking in a meadow, heading towards the road I was on, straight at a big 18-wheeler that was bearing down on them. Luckily they noticed the truck right before they touched pavement, or else one or both of them could have been launched directly into my windshield. That wouldn't have been fun, for any of us!
Big ol' deer are everywhere out in the country, but the biggest buck I have ever seen was in a little park about a half a mile from my house in Oakdale, MN. Oakdale isn't a bustling metropolitan city, but it is very near one, so it was especially surprising to see such a regal beast in a suburban area.
|If you see this deer anywhere near Oakdale, please notify authorities.|