He finally jumped on the deer with it bleating and screaming bloody murder and took his little Case pocket knife and commenced to sawing on that deers neck with it screaming. He finally got into it's throat and it just continued to scream and gurgle. It took that poor deer forever to die after that and it was still trying to suck wind into it's lungs
my brother's preacher tells a funny story - it was Wednesday bible study at his church (long time ago), and he gets a phone call - a buck had been hit on the side of the road, and they were asking him if he wanted it - never one to turn down free food, he said sure, bring it to the church ... when they arrive, the deer is still out cold in the back, motionless ... so preach gets up in the back with it, and starts to inspect his free gift from the Lord -- when all of a sudden, the devil jumps into the deer & it raises up, bellerin' like hell, trying to get out of the truck ... preach jumps on him & begins wrestling with the dang thing, flailing around, when all the racket & commotion starts to pique the curiosity of his congregation & they file out into the parking lot to see what all this was about ... preach didn't notice the audience gathering around, and reaches for his knife, opens it up & starts stabbing the buck to death ... blood is going everywhere, and it's still screamin' like the exorcist, not wanting to give up the ghost ... preach at this point is covered in blood, along with his clothes ripped all up ...
it was the first & last time he accept roadkill on a Wednesday nite, he told me
