Figured you guys might get a kick out of my fiasco last night...
My wife's grandmother died, and last night was the funeral. I rush home from work, change into some 'funeral clothes', and we hop in the truck. Not more than 1/2 a mile from the house, a deer decides to launch underneath the driver's side tire. BUMP! under the first tire, but it obviously had some serious momentum because BUMP! under the passenger tire, too!
Now I live pretty much in the middle of nowhere, so there's almost no traffic... UNTIL I decide to hop out and put the deer out of it's misery with the fixed blade I keep in the truck. No sooner do I sever it's spinal cord than not one, not two, but THREE cars drive slowly past me leaning over a dead deer with a big, bloodsoaked knife in my hand. Typical of my luck, for sure...
Pull the poor little guy over to the side of the road, hop in the truck, pick up my father and off to the funeral. For he rest of the night I have to tolerate all the snide comments about 'getting your first deer' with the truck instead of my rifle, as my father ratted on me to all and any he could get to listen.
So, technically speaking, did I kill my first deer with the truck, or with the knife?