12 or 13 years ago I hit two deer at the same time with a truck I had owned for seven days. I caught the doe square in the grill and the fawn ran into my front fender and proceeded to bounce down my drivers door, back door and bedside. The fawn ran off immediately but the doe laid on the white line and never even tried to get up. I didn’t have much to dispatch it with, and I was in dress clothes as we were headed to my nephews baptism so my wife threatened me not to get them dirty.
I called the state police to see if someone would come dispatch it. One car had already almost caused an accident by stopping and trying to get the deer to drink out of a water bottle. I hung out about 20 min waiting for the SP to get there and the deer just laid there with her head up the entire time.
Just a few minutes before the officer showed up a truck with three younger guys pulled up beside the deer. The driver got out of the truck, walked over and straddled the deer from behind. He pulled out a hunting knife, grabbed the deer by one ear and just as the knife touched the deer’s throat she decided she wasn’t hurt anymore. She jumped up, knocked the guy almost into a somersault off of her back and ran up through the field like she was completely uninjured. The guy’s two buddies were laughing hysterically at him as he laid there on his back.