Almost got me a deer ... sorta

I was up North over the weekend with Julia and her folks. They're all staying the week, but I didn't have the vacation. Julia and I went for a 'date' last night - which was basically just driving to the gas station / ice cream joint / showers / mini golf / restaurant in town. As soon as we turned off her parent's road, we see a deer lying in the road moving it's head and leg and a woman standing next to her SUV that she'd hit it with. There wasn't much damage to the car, but the deer didn't look too good.

I tried to tell Julia this was a reason I needed a gun. So I could at least put it out of its misery. Anyway, I stop for a second, see there's no damage to the car, and then figure the woman's fine ... and well, I gotta take my girl for ice cream. So I drive on and we get to the end of the road and I think I could've at least drug it out of the middle of the road for her. And then I remember I always have a knife on me. I figure I'll get back from ice cream, slit it's throat, put it out of it's misery, and then drag it off in a ditch so another car doesn't hit it and wreck.

We head back after ice cream, but I can't find my knife. I left it in the boat earlier while fishing. So I figure I'll go get it (all this happens in about 10-15 min, the ice cream joint isn't that far away). But when we get back it's dead as a doornail. I stop in front of it shining my lights on for about 30 sec, just to make sure. Juila convinces me not to drag it off the road without any gloves. So we go back and her dad and I walk out to the deer with gloves to drag it into the ditch, but we get there and it's gone.

The only thing I can figure is that some hillbilly drove down the road, saw it, felt it was still warm, and took the sucker home for dinner. Her dad said sometimes the cops will let you take them if you hit them, but there was no one around when we got back from ice cream. So everyone had already left the scene.