Old man’s memories

One day I was coming home from Mankato Minnesota with 52000 lb soya meal in a hopper bottom coming north on the interstate 29 about 5 miles south of the border I watched this deer running down a fence line. Well the stupid thing never stopped or turned ran right into the saddle tank and under the tandems. Tractor didn’t even wiggle. When I got back to the yard I asked the mechanic if he would set my brakes for me deer parts hanging everywhere. He came flying out from under swearing, two other drivers and myself were just roaring