I shot a deer at age 15 and I blew his back legs off at the knees so he was crawling away on his stumps. Dad came up and saw that I was in a daze so he put another slug in the deer. That has always bothered me so I was determined never to make a bad shot again but things happen out in the woods at first or last light.
If it doesn't bother you watching that animal die then something is wrong IMO. It always has and will most likely always bother me to an extent, it is what keeps me grounded in the respect for life, all life no matter what it is.
Last edited by *twodogs*; 11-03-2010 at 04:04 PM.