Well, he walked as close to her as he could without her starting to freak out, but she was lying down. He was kindof approaching her from the side, I'm not sure really what part exactly he was aiming for. But considering it was nearly dark by this point, making the scope pretty much useless, I think he was just trying to hit her somewhere. After that, she got up and tried to run, and it was a few moments of pandemonium, with him trying to put her down before she got over the top of the hill, then before she succeeded in trampling him. Once she was on the ground, he did walk up to her and shoot her twice in the head, which did needed done.

And the guy admitted he wasn't much of a hunter, didn't like hunting, hated shooting things, and didn't really have much experience doing so. So why did they dispatch him? I suspect he was the only one around a) near enough to get to the site before dark, and b) willing to go out of his way to do something unpleasant and not exactly in his job description.

And yes, had the cats I've had to scoop up survived more than a minute, I probably would have taken them home! Luckily, I've never come upon a deer. Might have trouble loading one into the car by myself. :) And come to think of it, the knife in my glove box is a MINI leatherman. I'd have trouble slitting the throat of a mouse!