I did the same thing 2 weeks ago.

It was opening day of rifle and I jumped some deer while walking in to my stand. They ran on the neighbors property, and a few minutes later I heard a shot. It was still dark, and I mean 15 minutes before light, way dark. I couldn't believe it, I could barely see the ground. So about 20 minutes later here comes this little buck hobbling along, shot in the hind qtr, dragging his leg. Pissed me off. I would never have taken that deer, but I was forced to put him down. Morons like that have no business being in the woods. [:'(]

The only consolation to it was that I had my young son come help me "find" the blood trail, trail it for me and find the deer, and help me gut and drag it back to the house. He was really excited about that, so a bad situation turned out good.He said. "man this is awesome!" Made my day