Getting the Truck Fixed.

Yesterday before my spell hit I had to put my truck into the shop for a slow oil leak.  Some months back a deer tried to defend it's territory against my truck.  Why it claimed the right hand lane of the highway while I was doing about 60 mph is beyond me.  Well, I believe the deer lost that dispute but my right side bumper took a sore lick; along with both right side tires having left the pavement for at lease a fraction of a second while traveling over said deer.

Shortly after I noticed that there was an oil leak.  I got up under the truck and look around on the right side and couldn't ID where the leak was coming from.  The leak really didn't get worst but it was steady and every time I checked I couldn't find the source. I finally decided to break down (before I actual broke down) and get a professional on it.  

I get a call just a little while ago and the truck is ready (I was expecting it to be about Monday before they could get around to looking at it).  With great anticipation I listen to the mechanic as he told me what the problem was.  No, it wasn't a cracked oil pan, nor was it a cracked block or anything that the deer would have been able to get a lick in on as I ran it over.

It was the oil filter.

The oil filter is on the left had side of the block.

A COURSE I WOULDN'T HAVE FOUND IT!

That sneaky deer, I don't know how it was able to manage it but somehow it was able to knock the oil filter for a lick.

Oil filter, Oil change, and pressure washing the underside of the truck and now it's road ready again.  But I won't be able to take possession of it until Tuesday.  After class, I'll have to swing back by the Nameless Place​ on Pork Chop then hitched a ride to the mechanic's to pick up the truck.  Go back and load Pork Chop up and sally forth to Moreland.

The oil filter...  Now ya'll see why I'm in EMS and not a mechanic.