When my wife moved from STL to Chicago, I was driving the biggest Ryder truck they make. It was raining and I was next to another car with no place to go and I clobbered this deer. I was talking to my wife while it happened and told her that I really didn't even feel it. It was late at night, around 1:30, when I got home so I didn't look at the truck till the next morning. My dad and I went out and noticed that there was deer fur everywhere on the truck. I felt bad, but my dad and I could not help to bust out laughing about the fur all over the truck and mud flaps.