I had a circus around me.I did not want to do what I did but I felt I had no choice.I grew up on a dairy farm and were in many situations where things turned out that did not turn out as expected.I felt more compassion for that buck than anyone I have ever faced with a gun.After every shot that did not work,and I know I was accurate,I was mad at myself.Later after some thought,I became angry at the circus.All of the men who could of,and should of,man up did not.I saw Rifles in racks that could have taken one shot but no one had the hair to do it.The Buck was large.Rack of twelve.I am small.When I pulled him off the road,people were yelling to me that it would kill me.I could stand no more of it suffering.Thanks for the tip on how to kill it though.I figured it out.Unfortunately.