A guy I know grabbed a buck he had shot by the antler, he presumed it was dead. The Buck stood up and started to thrash his antlers to wards buddy's face. He pulled his knife while still holding the deer's antler with one hand, just then it bucked knocking the knife from his hand. The thought in his head was" What the F**K do I do now? Just then he remembered he had a small pocket knife, he pulled the knife and slit the animals throat. It died shortly there after. I think the moral of the story is " Two knives are better than one" or " A deer in the hand can still kick your ass!"