Don't feel bad. When I hit the deer shook me a bit, but as soon as I realized I was just fine...I got pissed. Called my cousin to bring the truck and dammit all if I couldn't use the deer. I ruptured the bowels, making the meat no good. Got the car mostly fixed and I'm not really worried about what hasn't been. I never really liked the thing to begin with.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf