As I drove down the switchback at about 30 mph, I saw out of the corner of my eye,a young whitetail "bambi" at full run heading on a course that would cross directly in front of my motor home.
He was about 50 feet away, and he may have been spooked by a coyote or cougar, because he was frantic, or so it seemed.
Like an outfielder who quickly computes the trajectory of a fly ball, I realized that I DID have the time to stop before hitting him. I stopped about ten feet before he crossed in front of me. I watched for a following fawn or a coyote or whatever, but there was nothing more. So...happy ending.
This is a photo of a fawn who passed through my yard the other day. They all look the same to me this time of year. Still have their spots. Still cute as all get out.