You both did a good deed. An untold story on my part that happened during the 2006 bow season. On my way to hunt one early morning and running a little late I saw 3 does crossing the road ahead of me. I slowed down a little but not much because I just knew no more was coming out of the weedpatch. Wrong. A nother mature doe came out just in front of my left headlight, ricocheted and again slammed into my truck just in front of the wheel well. After coming to a stop I got out and the doe was very alive but with a badly broken leg, bleeding from the nose and mouth, I was sure she was damaged internally. As I drew closer she was able to take a leap on 3 legs but stumbled again, this time into a ditch and gave up. Don't know exactly why I didn't go for the bowcase, just something I did at the time but I pulled out my knife and approached her carefully from the backside and quickly slit her throat. Sadness came over me, I didn't want the doe, didn't take the doe. A guy came along and said he'd help me load her, I asked if he wanted her he said yes! In his truck she went. I turned around, went home and called the sheriff's office, not that much damage to my old crappy truck and I could have reported it later........just didn't feel like hunting....strange.