The only remorse I have ever felt as a hunter was one darkened morning entering the woods and hearing this gosh awful scream. Waiting for daylight I went searching for the source. I found it in a creek bed. A fawn was being eaten alive by a dog. The dog ran off and I was thinking how I dreaded putting this fawn out of it's misery when about 10 minutes into watching it, it got up and wobbled down the creek bedafter it's genital area had been eaten away. Never found that fawn so I presumed it survived.