I’ve only been in one car accident in my life—and not even with another car. One night, on a road trip through Yellowstone, I hit a deer. Happily, I wasn’t driving fast, the impact was minimal and everyone, including the deer, walked away unscathed. Phew. I’ve had far safer, even pleasant encounters with these hoofed beauties, too. They’ve wandered past me on summer evenings on Fire Island in search of snacks and they were common everywhere in Northern Minnesota, where I grew up. For better or worse, white-tailed deer, the most numerous and widespread large mammal in the Catskills, are…