, so we're a little late no big deal. We get loaded up and leave out to meet at a buddy's house, a mile down the road Dad is looking for his coffee mug, so we stop, pull over, and he retrieves it off the back bumper. 
Unbelievable, that was the last smidgen of luck for the day. We arrive at the rendezvous and change trucks. On the way buddy says he needs to gas up the boat. Then we stopped at the slowest petro pump this side of the MS, I think the rate of flow was about 5cents/second. So now we're really late but that won't matter as you will soon find out.
We hit the highway wide open bound for the ramp. All eyes checkin slack water for bird silhouettes, then we look up and there's a dead doe right smack in the middle of the road, no room to go around with loosing it in the gravel shoulder. Truck makes it over the carcass fine, but the trailer wasn't so lucky, we felt a little bump and thought nothin of it. We pull down to the ramp and start throwing gear in the boat when I notice the back straps are already unhooked and the rear half of this 20ft rig is free floating above the runners. Apparently when a doe impacts a back cross brace of a boat trailer @ 80mph there is enough force to bend it back 90 degrees and snap the welds on each side. So the boat was just balancing on the middle of the runners and anchored only by the front hook.
We didn't want to take chance on launchin it(in the River) and not being able to load back up, so back home we came pointing fingers at one another about which one of us brought the bad juju.
I'm now going to kill a deer, scratch that, every deer I see this afternoon.
Signed,
Frustrated at Friars Point