What is the aversion some people have to cutting an animals throat to finish it? Just wondering for reasons as I was taught to save the bullet if I could. If I can't safely use a knife then I will put one in the spine behind the ear. Either way I am not letting them suffer.
Surprisingly, cutting the throat of an animal that is pumped up with adrenalin, you can still wait a good ten minutes for it to die.
I'll relate a road kill incident here to elaborate.
I was on my way to hunting camp, from my cottage. It was the night before the season opener.
I passed one of those deer crossing signs. Thought to myself 'Funny, I never see deer near those signs'. I drove around the bend, and suddenly the road was filled with frozen deer statues. There had to be at least eight of them, all frozen in my lights.
I hit the brakes, and weaved through them, getting safely to the other side of the group, and glancing in my mirror, just in time to see one of them jump into the side of my trailer.
Aw ####!
i drove away, found a spot to turn around, and came back, using the headlights to find the deer on the road side. It couldn't get up.
I could see nothing wrong with the animal, so I gave in ten minutes to see if it would recover. It didn't, just laid there. I had the rifles buried in the back, but, how do you shoot a deer out of season, with no outside visible injuries at 2AM or so? Could be a hard story to prove.
I decided to slit it's throat, and did so. Now slitting the throat of a live deer, is a sickening process, and dangerous. It's still breathing, and you make a sucking wound in the throat. I cut deep, damned near cut it's head clean off. But not before it's back legs gave me a hell of a swat, and a bruise that stayed for weeks. I went back to the Jeep to wait. I gave it ten, and went back. It was still alive!
I gave it another ten (On my watch each time).
It was still living.
I took my knife, and made a stab for the heart, being sure that it was thoroughly holed.
In ten more minutes, it had expired.
I took the deer to camp, and hung it, getting one of the guys to pick up the appropriate permit for a road kill from the MNR.
In the headlights, I was unaware that I was being sprayed with blood during this whole procedure, and must have made quite a sight when I stopped in Bancroft for Gas, soaked in blood from the knees down.