I’ve read the opposite – that there’s no evidence that those “deer whistles” do anything.
Do they still have Open Range in western Wyoming? As a confirmed easterner, it freaked me out many years ago to emerge from a corner at some speed only to be confronted with several cows standing placidly in the middle of U.S. 26.
No, not yet, but it may be a matter of time. I live just on the outskirts of the city. They’re all over the place; more often at night when it’s hard to spot them in time. I hope I never hit one while riding my scooter - I would going down for sure.
I picked ‘Other’ because a stag once charged my truck on the driver’s side during rutting season. It was dusk, and I just caught a flash of antlers in the corner of my eye in time to jog a bit right, and he hit the doorpost hard. He left a chunk of antler in the frame, but he also staggered to his feet and ran off a moment later.
Assassin deer fail.
But there’s always a second killer, so I do keep an eye out.
Absolutely true story. A private pilot hit a deer on a runway and wasn’t allowed to keep it. I don’t recall if he was a legislator or buddies with one.
I’ve hit probably a dozen, the most recent was just a couple weeks ago. All were killed on impact or shot immediately after, I hate seeing live deer trying to crawl across the highway or whatever after being the victim of a hit and run, and have taken care of quite a few of those too.
My brother’s brother-in-law (and a close friend of the family) hit a deer on his motorcycle.
It went pretty well, considering.
Bike was toast, and he “shattered” his right wrist.
Which ended his drumming career and cost him his writing scholarship (it was 1 week before the start of his Freshman year in college), so it kinda totally changed the direction of his life.
Spent a few years working in a restaurant kitchen, joined the army to get certified as a chef. A good life so far, but not the one he’d been planning on.
So I guess that’s a victory for the deer. I mean, maybe he was going to be an influential writer, or the drummer for the best and ever, but instead he’s just helping the rest of us get fat. 
ETA: I believe he said his head bounced 7 times before his helmet came off. His wrist wasn’t his only injury, but it was the major one.
I hope that he becomes skilled at cooking venison and serving it cold.
I’ve never hit a deer, although there are populations of them here in Aus. I’ve hit a kangaroo though…
If you travel out of the capital cities, you’ll see umpteen examples of roadkill, especially 'roos, wallabies and wombats. I guess the smaller animals are either squished into oblivion or manage to get off the roadsides and into the bush to die.
I haven’t ever hit an animal. Living where I do, that’s an accomplishment.
Well played, sir.
Regards,
Shodan
I got three so far. First one looked like the deer on the deer crossing signs. Second one dawdled in the opposite side ditch while I slowed down, he looked at me, possibly recognized me, made a fake move towards the woods and proceeded to charge right into me. Third one just looked in the right rear window at me while I took a little hair and blood from her.
It is currently very active here in Wisconsin. I have seen three fresh piles of hamburger with huge splatters of blood during my commute this week. Today’s was so fresh that I got a little blood on my windshield this morning.
No deer, but I’ve taken out birds, dillers and on one memorable occasion, a skunk.
Never hit one myself, but I was a passenger in a pickup that hit one.
I overslept one day and missed the school bus; I would happily have stayed home, but my brother-in-law insisted on driving me to school. We were zooming down the dark road (winter in Michigan) when there was a sudden loud thump. I didn’t see the deer that had suddenly decided to cross the road at the wrong moment, but my BIL did. He stopped, turned around, and drove back slowly, watching for the deer. When he found it - a young buck - he threw it into the back of the pickup and then drove me the rest of the way to school. By the time I got home it was hanging in his father’s barn. Got some really good meals out of it…
I’ve never hit a deer, and that means I must be very lucky, because Austin is filled with them.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever killed an animal with a car. I MAY have killed a squirrel and/or a pigeon, but I don’t know for certain.
I’m pretty sure there aren’t any deer here in Australia. But hitting a kangaroo is almost the exact equivalent, in terms of size, behaviour, and ubiquity. I’ve never done that either, as I don’t drive, but my Mother had an encounter with them once when they used her rental car as a stepping stone to get across the freeway.
I KNOW I hit a squirrel dead on. He was sitting up looking around as I thought, surely that squirrel is smart enough to move before I get there–bump-bump, and just a tail waving in the rear view. 
Why? What have you heard?
That wasn’t me.