100 years ago when I was a kid some relatives came up from lower MI. On the way, they hit a deer so they tossed him in the bed. Never shot one the whole time they were there, so that ended up being their catch.
Reminds me of a funny story about an uncle of mine. Tried hunting whitetail for about 5 years and couldn't get one. He bought bows, rifles, stands, gear, was doing every season except primitive firearm. Not sure how it's changed, but, 30 yrs ago the deer population in our part of New England wasn't like much of the rest of the country. You really didn't see them very often. Plenty of coyotes, hard winters with snow pack getting a couple feet deep.. but when you did, they were bigger bodied, even does in the upper 100s for body weight.. Where I live now they breed like rabbits and are much smaller, can't throw a rock without hitting one. Small racks too.
Anyways, I digress. One night he was driving up and over our the mountains we lived in. Ended up hitting one just about where my 88 CSC hit one too. Sort of a natural saddle they could jump into the road from to get off a small cliff face when being chased.
Anyways, he made it to the house in his tan escort coupe hatch, deer on the back, needing to clean it so it didn't spoil. At least he could joke about it, said he FINALLY got one and all it cost was $1000 deductible.