True story:
Some years ago, a young man hit a deer right at dusk in front of my house. He knocked on the door, called his dad to report the NEW car he had wrecked, and called the game warden. At that time, we had one who was trying to make a name for himself(he certainly did). We waited about 45 min. The kid knocked again, and said the deer was crying and suffering terribly. I went to look, and sure enough, there was blood coming out of it's mouth, labored breathing, and it couldn't get up. At least one broken leg. I went for the "house pistol" and shot it. I told the kid to tell the warden what we did, and to NOT waste the meat. In due time- about an hour- the warden knocked on my door. He shined his light in my eyes as if I was a criminal and threatened to arrest me for shooting the deer. He said only HE could decide if the deer should be put down, to which I added that he should have come sooner then. He paced back and forth obviously angry at me, until I asked him what he was so "on" about. He said, "I'm trying to decide wheather to arrest you or not!" I said "Well, I'll help you" and shut and locked my door. Turned off the porch light, and went to bed--after calling my friend and neighbor, the county sheriff, who came over and straightened the mess out. Point is: I WAS TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING. That didn't matter one bit to that particular woods cop. I'm sure an older head would have considered it.