sumner4991 wrote: Grizz . . .taking a knife . . .isn't that dangerous, I've seen a few guys kicked in the face trying that.
Well, Sumner, my face may not be all that pleasant to gaze upon, but it's not because any deer hoof ever rearranged it.
Using a knife to finish deer has been a personal decision, based on experience ... and of necessity. Let's put it this way: In NC, you can't track a wounded deer at night with a gun or a bow, or you're technically "hunting with the aid of a light" ... but there is no law prohibiting having a knife on your person when shining a light on a deer.
Dangerous? Could be, as is so of many things ... but I'm never careless about it. It's not my first rodeo, and I'm not into doing hazardous stuff just for kicks ... but I have finished more than a few wounded deer with a knife, after dark, rather than leave them to the bears and red wolves. There is virtually no chance of recovering them the next day in many areas around here ... and virtually no chance of getting a pass from a wildlife enforcement officer if caught with a gun or bow and a light after dark ... so when I had to, I've done it ... and I will again, if I need to.
And I'm sure I've got far more experience using a knife to end life than O.J. does ... I doubt he's ever been to a hog killing.
Trust me. I proceed with the utmost caution. Don't need to get any uglier!
Would you believe I once had a guy take me to task for finishing a deer with a knife because he said that wasn't his idea of a "quick, clean, kill" ... he stated that it would have been much more "ethical" to have shot it again with a "razor-sharp broadhead" so it could quickly bleed out.

I guess he thought a 7/8" by 1.5" razor sharp blade was more efficient than an eight inch by one-and-a-half inch razor sharp blade!
Takes all kinds, huh?
Once, when hunting with a muzzleloader on an evening hunt, I shot a large doe a little back of the heart lung area, through the liver. I saw her hunch up, and she didn't go far, so I intended to quickly reload and put another round into her ... but I discovered to my chagrin that
I'd left my ramrod on the truck seat after loading there!
She eventually disappeared from sight, and then it started to rain and was getting dark ... so I got out of the v-ditch I was sitting in and got on her trail. I tracked her for probably 100 yards or so along a grown up feeder ditch ... and suddenly she sprang out of the ditch about ten yards ahead of me and started to run away.
Well, she was making pretty good time, but she was hurt and unable to get along as fast as a deer usually would ... so I took off after her at full throttle. When I finally pulled alongside her, I drew my sheath knife and stabbed her in the lung with my left hand. She stumbled and went down, got up and ran again, but I was able to tackle her and finish the job.
Some would condemn me for doing that ... but I'll tell you this: That was early in my deer hunting experience. She was perhaps my twelfth or thirteenth deer, and to this day the memory of that hunt stays with me ... because it taught me something about myself and hunting:
I am a predator, and hunting isn't a sport.
For me, the truth about hunting is that it isn't always pretty, and can't always be done according to the ideas of the masses. Sometimes it's a bloody, up close and personal, primal experience ... and there's nothing wrong with that.
Two things widely define my personal hunting ethic:
I do all I can to make a quick end for my prey.
I do all I can to recover and consume my prey.
If that means using a knife sometimes, then that's what I'll do!
OK ... everyone can open fire now.
