Here’s how it works, at least locally (and, for all I know, across the state): The Monday after Thanksgiving Day, when the season opens, the schools are closed. There is no reason to be open when a great percentage of your students will not be there. They’re all out in the woods trying to reduce our bulging deer population.
We have plenty, too. There are 60,000 roadkill a year in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. The surviving deer spouse sees the accident, turns to one of the opposite gender and says, “This is awful; what are you doing tonight?” A few months later, out comes the little potential windshield-breaker.
You see, in its last moments on earth, the deer often get some measure of revenge. At the least, the car gets some pretty good dents; sometimes it takes out the windshield and smashes up the hood. There are times it totals the car, by itself, or causes the driver to run off the road into a healthy tree.
In the woods, you wouldn’t believe how many hunters mistake a guy wearing hunters’ red for a deer. Bambi looks out from behind a bush and shakes her head in wonderment. Maybe they think the deer is wearing camouflage for the occasion and you really don’t want to miss a good shot, even at six feet away.