shawkpilot
Shooter
My wife ran over a fawn a few years back while my foot was broken. She stopped and got this really sick look on her face. I told her that i would take care of it. I hobbled out of the car, stepped on the fawns head, and slit it's throat. After the deer stopped thrashing, I picked it up and threw it into the weeds. After I hobbled back into the car, my wife asked "how can you do that" I replied, "you're the one who hit it, I was just putting it out of its misery."