Headed to the store for a pack of smokes so Traci doesn't kill me when she gets up in an hour for work. I decided to take one of the dogs with me so he can run around the big yard when we get home. No big deal, clear roads, gas station is 2 miles from the house. In, out, back on the road with a cup of coffee to boot. A couple of minutes tops. I take the blind curve about halfway home and I'm on the brakes like a starving 500lb gorilla on a banana. Had to have been a dozen deer standing in the road looking at me like I'm retarded and have no business being there. The dog goes APE and the deer scattered in to the night. All these guys complaining about there being no deer around here, and I just saw a dozen massive deer. Pretty sure they were mules but damn. Venison on the table is still venison.