I was once nearly rammed by a large deer – a buck – during the fall rut in Wisconsin.
I had left the house for work early one morning, a little after dawn. We lived away in the country then, but along a main secondary highway. I was gaining speed after turning onto the highway, and had not quite hit 50 mph, when I saw a large, fast, brown blur off to my left, nearly paralleling my own line of travel. This thing was gaining on me (especially as I took my foot off the gas to see what was going on), and as I turned to look at it squarely, I saw that it had changed course, lowered its head, and was planning to ram my truck square on my door. I hit the brakes and watched as a large buck – maybe ten points, but I wasn’t counting! – charged with its head down and just missed my front bumper as I came to a stop. Fortunately, it decided to keep on going into the woods on the other side of the road.
Other than that, the occasional squirrel, and a bird once. When I hit a small wild animal like that in traffic, I never stop as the danger from the unexpected stop is more likely to cause additional problems, and following cars will dispatch a badly wounded animal in short order. Otherwise, I’ve stopped to move the victim off the road, and to deal a killing blow once or twice.
I’ve had other close calls with deer, but never another with one that was going to hit me.