I'm a lover of animals, both wild and domesticated. I'm also a fan of autumn—it's my favorite of the four seasons. However, the fact that it coincides with hunting season is a huge downer for me. In recent days, when I've been in the hills and mountains north of Boise, I've heard the resonant cracks of shotguns, and wondered whether the ammo hit its intended target.
Sadly for the deer and elk, their home in the woods is not a safe place right now. Ordinarily, Highway 55 isn't a safe place for them either. Case in point: last night when a co-worker and I were driving home from McCall, an elk wandered onto Highway 55, possibly thinking its chances on the open road were at least as good as its chances of staying alive in the Payette National Forest. Believe it or not, it was right. Sure, we hit it, but thanks to my driving partner's quick reaction, the impact occurred at a relatively low speed, and the elk shrugged it off and walked away.
Our Subaru was not so fortunate. Below is my view through the passenger-side windshield: