One of my favorite memories growing up was riding a bike down a nature path while camping and suddenly realizing a large buck was about twenty feet away boundin

One of my favorite memories growing up was riding a bike down a nature path while camping and suddenly realizing a large buck was about twenty feet away bounding along keeping pace with me. It's a nice memory to offset the sheer terror of driving down a highway at night with heavy woods on either side waiting for a deer to stupidly jump out in front of you.