A lot of my friend's laughed at me when I told them about the tear and said I was full of sh$#. I wish I was full of it b/c it would have made everything a little easier. I don't know if the deer was crying but a tear ran straight out of it's eye and dripped to the ground. It is something I will never forget.

When I called the DNR to find out what to do they said that if I wanted the meat I could go to the sherrif's department and get a tag. I went to the sherrif's office and they gave me the run around. I finally got the tag but they couldn't comprehend that I didn't hit the deer nor did I see the car that hit it. My dad butchered the deer but I have not been able to eat any of it. (At least not that I know of). I feel like a sap but I honestly considered burying the deer for a second. That whole tear thing really got to me.