It began as a serene fall experience. Leaves crunching under foot on a cool afternoon as I walked along a country fence row with my infant grandson tucked against my side.
Suddenly as if from nowhere, a deer appears. It breaks into a dead run. The movement was surprising but not alarming until I realized it’s charging me.
The deer’s head crashes into my side waist high just below the ribs. As I bend with the blow, the child flies free of my grasp.