The only deer I ever hit with a car was right in front of my pastor's house. The impact broke it's back and it kept fighting with it's front feet to keep going. It basically was a living rotor tiller and was making it's way right through their garden. I felt bad, but had nothing in the car to finish it off with. I ran up to the house and his 8 year old son came to the door and I ask him if his dad was home and he wasn't. (this was some time ago as he's in his 30's now). I then ask him if he had an axe and he said no. So in desperation I ask if they had a hammer and he said sure they did and proceeded to run to the garage. He opens this little fishing tackle box and there was a 2 lb mini sledge hammer and that was all he had. I couldn't believe it, but proceeded to run back to the garden where the buck had made it about 30% of the way through the tomato plants and was starting into the cucumbers, making a mess outta everything. I ran up, not thinking about an impressionable little kid watching me, and proceeded to bash the back of it's head until it died. When I turned around, I saw him just staring at me with eyes the size of saucers. Needless to say, the pastor wasn't too happy with me about it. Years later, his son ended up going into the Army to be a tanker, and I think it was always because of the "example" I'd set that he wanted to be in the Army like me. Who knows, but it's still talked about by his family to this day. lol
