Was almost me this morning. I was taking my daughter to school and darn near hit a big non-typical that was chasing a wounded doe and her fawn through the housing development, within sight of my house. He had GREAT mass, tons of junk. Tongue hanging out. I'd say 135 ish. I was watching the doe limping as it crossed in front of the truck and my daughter screams: "Watch out Dad...here comes a buck!" I didn't see him till I almost hit him.