I grew up in Orem. It was winter and had snowed a ton and a deer came down from the foothills and got stuck in our backyard. Normally deer can easily jump over a 5-6 foot fence, but because of the snow, it kept crashing into our fence every time it tried to jump out. It couldn't get out.

Anyway, me and my friends were inside my house watching it and my mom called animal control. They said they were going to come and tranquilize it and carry it back up to the mountains and release it.

This guy shows up with a rifle and all of us kids are watching and he just blasts the thing. I remember seeing a ton of blood and the deer just collapses in the snow and is bleeding like crazy. In my little kid mind I was like, "Wow, that tranquilizer gun sure sounds and looks a lot like my dad's hunting rifles. Also, where's the dart?" Then the dude drags it from my backyard across pristine, white snow, to his truck and leaves a crimson trail across our entire yard. I remember my 7 YO brain thinking, "That deer sure is bleeding a lot for just being asleep."