I am lucky to be able to spend my days on county and back roads, so I see hundreds of deer every day. Unfortunately this morning I saw one I wish I hadn't. As many do, he tried to clear five strands and got twisted up in the top two. I actually passed him and said a little prayer and moved on down the road. After about 100 yards, I realized that just because he didn't move he may still be alive. So with crow bars and rocks for wedges I was able to free his leg. All that to find out his hip was dislocated and coyotes had already got part of his hindquarter. I knew the warrant was signed. I called the Game Warden for assistance. He asked me if I "had a method to dispatch the animal". I told him I did, but would prefer not to if he was in route. He was on his way, about 30 minutes away. So I rolled on down the road. My thought was that out of respect for the animal, I did not want to be his executioner. Now I'm wrestling with the question that maybe I should have put him out of his misery out of respect. I have had to do it before when Game Wardens were hours away, if available at all knowing I was the only one to hand down the mercy. I guess I'm getting soft.
What a horrible way to start the day
What a horrible way to start the day

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