Absolutelty feel remorse or something akin to it. I equate it more to the amount of respect and admiration I have for an animal whose sole job in life is to survive. The fact that I asa bowhunter was able to overcome that is almost pure luck. I had a "buddy" of mine(he hunts also) see a small buck get hit by a car on his way home from hunting one nite. He calls me on the phone as he's driving to tell me about his afternoon sit and just mentions the deer non-chalantly. He also informs me that he dragged it off the road and that it was still alive. I asked him how he put it out of its misery, and he said, "What?" I then said "What do you mean what?" This f'ing guy actually left this poor deer on the side of the road suffering and did nothing about it. Made me so sick that I jumped in my car for the 20 min. drive to where he said it was. I also called 911 to report it to the troopers(since my "buddy" didn't even do that). They promptly informed me that it was being taken care of. Sorry to side track but obviously he misses the respect aspect of hunting such a magnificent creature.