I take roads to work through a township that is mostly farm fields. Yesterday on one of these roads there was a deer on the shoulder that had apparently been hit by a car but was still alive and trying unsuccessfully to stand. Whatever hit it was gone. I hate seeing anything suffer, so I pulled over past the deer with the intent to put the poor thing out of its misery. A truck pulled over behind me but didn’t get out. Their headlights illuminated me, the deer and the rear of my car along with my license plate. It wasn’t light out yet and there were a few houses within a couple of hundred yards of me. It was 2 days before deer hunting season opens here in Michigan. I have a CPL and was carrying but no hunting license (too early in any event) and wasn’t going to harvest the meat.
Thinking all this through quickly, I second guessed myself and decided not to put the deer down. I’ve been kicking myself in the *ss ever since. I feel like it was the ethical thing to do but didn’t know the legality of the situation. Even if it was technically legal, I didn’t trust that the powers that be wouldn’t overreact.
As a youngster I probably would have done what I thought was the right thing - to hell with the consequences. Sometimes I really miss that younger me and those simpler times.
Thinking all this through quickly, I second guessed myself and decided not to put the deer down. I’ve been kicking myself in the *ss ever since. I feel like it was the ethical thing to do but didn’t know the legality of the situation. Even if it was technically legal, I didn’t trust that the powers that be wouldn’t overreact.
As a youngster I probably would have done what I thought was the right thing - to hell with the consequences. Sometimes I really miss that younger me and those simpler times.