My first was a small whitetail buck, I hit in the back leg one night, my father and I tracked it a few hundred yards in the morning, and jumped it. It was weak and had stiffened up, so he ran it down, grabbed a back leg and slid the Buck knife into it's ribs. He let it go and it made a few jumps and died. I was ready to quit right then and there if they were all going to be that hard.