I've got to tell you a good story.
Back in the 70's, my brother-in-law was taken on his first deer hunt. To keep him out of the way and not have him shoot one of the others, they sat him along the road against a fence completely overgrown with blackberry vines. They said that if a deer got past the others in the woods it would run down the road. They gave him an old single shot 12 gauge and two shells. He loaded it and dropped the other in his pocket. Nothing happened all day and when the guys were coming out of the woods a nice buck was spooked and took off down the road toward Ron. Ron tried to aim and fired just as the deer ran right in front of him and jumped the fence. There were all sorts of noises and crashing around, so, filled with adrenalin, Ron climbed the blackberry covered fence and found the deer with a hind leg shot out ... rolling all over the place. Ron first took out his hunting knife and was going to cut its throat. Despite the high adrenalin, that did not seem like a good idea, so he waited for the right moment and started clubbing the beast to death with the shotgun. It broke the stock, of course, but eventually the deer succumbed. When the others finally got there, they said it was a really nice deer for a first kill. Ron showed them the broken gun and apologized, saying he would get it repaired. They all said it was an old gun and not even worth fixing. Finally one of the old guys said, "Probably never crossed you mind in the heat of the moment, but you could have reloaded and shot him again!"