It was threatening to rain yesterday so I was just riding some of the back roads near the house. I see this doe cossing the street ahead of me. There was plenty or room, no worries. I start scanning the hillside she came from to make sure there wasn't another. All seemed clear, get on the gas and then it happened. Her fawn walks out of the tall grass into the center of the street. I get on the brakes hard. The fawn sees me and panics. It can't decide which way to go, it jukes left, then right, then left again. I can't take any evasive manuvers because I don't know that it is going to do. I keep full brakes in a straight line, but there is no way I'm stopping in time. I was less than a yard away when it made the decision to move right. I could have touched it as I passed if it were tall enough. It barely came up to the fender. It had quite the scare for someone so young. I would have felt bad hitting a baby.