The deer population in Alabama has gotten so large that the DCNR has had at least a month of hunter's choice every season for at least 10 years now. The only rules are no spots and one a day during Hunter's Choice. When I was a kid, it was strictly illegal to shoot a doe, and a good way to get one heck of a fine, if not impoundment of all firearms and vehicles on the spot. How'd that work out? NOT TOO GOOOD.
I've hit probably 10-15 (I've lost count) deer in various vehicles in my life, and at least a half dozen dogs of various sizes from beagles to german shepards, and one 200 lb wild hog (that was a bad night in the 63 VW).
We have an infestation of armadillos down in South Alabama. My step-dad's father had a red 1964 F-100 with a solid axle in front. Stock size tires put the axle about 5 inches off the ground. Armadillos are about 6" tall at the back when 3/4 grown or older. I called it the Diller Killer. Friday and Saturday night amusement in rural south Alabama was finding and killing as many as I could in one night. I think my record was somewhere around 25. After stepping in a few holes they dug, I found it strangely satisfying to be out hunting them with the Diller Killer. All I had to do was straddle them. The front axle would roll and bounce them, they'd hit the rear axle, and come out the back in a rather unusable state for anything other than buzzard food. If the younger ones were smart enough (they usually weren't) all they had to do is duck a little and I'd go right over them. Possums didn't fare much better.
I was on my way up I-65 one night, and Wile E. Coyote mistook my '86 Thunderbird for the RoadRunner. Hit that idiot running 80. I guess he didn't get the right gear from the Acme Co. T-Bird 1, Coyote 0. I'm probably one of a very few Americans that can say I've hit a kangaroo. If you think hitting a deer is bad, try hitting something that has rear leg bones the size of baseball bats (other than a cow or horse or moose). They're just as stupid as deer when the headlights blind them, and can launch nearly 30 meters on the first hop. They do not turn back once they commit. Fortunately, we were only going about 30KPH fully knowing the possibility of that very thing happening. Even stranger, though, is looking out the passenger window running 60 KPH on the highway in heavy traffic, and seeing an emu looking back at you in broad daylight as he trots along beside the car.
I've had very full and eventful life. I have not seen a cow on a roof, but I have seen wonderous things.