This post is as gruesome as it sounds, be warned.
This summer I bought a van for an inclosed utility vehicle.
Tonight, to keep its battery charged, I used it to run to town for some junk food. On the way back home I hit a deer. She did little damage to the van (knocked the plastic grill cover off) but I hurt her badly enough that she was not getting up. I called the cops and they told me to wait there while they sent someone out.
While waiting my folks happened to drive by, saw me, and stopped about the same time as the officer showed.
The cop fired at the deer from across the street, wounding her but not killing her. My father gets upset, telling the cop, "You can't kill that deer from here, you can't see where you are shooting it. Go up and shoot it in the head."
Pop is 82, from the Deep South, and we're farm folk. Now he is right, the poor animal was suffering, needed to be put down and taking a single pot shot at it from across the street is no way to go about it. He told the officer that if he would not do it to give Pop the gun and he would shoot the deer. The officer, not quite sure what to think of my father, was trying rationally explain how he can't surrender his weapon, and that a civilian can't discharge a fire arm in the city limits (Pop was about to head home a retrieve a rifle). Pop is hearing none of it and the deer is starting to thrash about, so he declares that he is going to cut the deer's throat and put her down.
Here I step up, the poor cop doesn't have a clue how to deal with my father, and I'm not about to let an octogenarian carve on a thrashing deer, on the side of the road, at night. I take my dad's knife from him and do what had to be done. It took her less than a minute to bleed out.
The cop walked up to me while I was tending to the deer and his eyes were huge. I hear, "Got damn that's country. If it were up to me that animal would have to wait to die. Ain't no way I'd get up close and personal with it."
There is no real end to this story other than my family bewildered a cop, and during the fracas a few people stopped, one of whom had a pickup and wanted the doe, and my mother had the sense to stay in her car.