One year ago this week I smacked a 10 pointer with my Jeep Grand Cherokee. I was doing about 45 when he popped over a guard rail right in front of me.
The left front hit his hindquarters, destroying my hood, grill, headlights, and the left front quarter panel was pushed so far back I couldn't get the driver's side door open. I can see where, if a deer hit the windshield just right, you'd have an unexpected and unhappy occupant in the back seat.
This area is one of those so overpopulated that every night, my drive home from the ranch includes several close calls (the rut's in full swing here right now), and ODNR says the population is up over 23,000 from last year. I think they need to seriously re-think season lengths and limits.
Oh yeah, the deer? He got up and ran off like nothing happened. Dang, they're some tough critters!