Actually, the adrenaline doesn't taint the venison: one winter in college, the deer that our friend hit with the Domino's delivery car, and we dressed out in the basement of the co-op that we lived in, was the only meat we could afford. It was a young corn-fed button buck, and was really good. Of course, if the Spousal Unit had not been a former dairy farmer and therefore knew how to correctly dress out the deer, other things like bacteria or blood would have tainted the meat.

But, I warn people who drive me home about the deer-sighting spots on my area roads. And, we once lost a passenger door handle to a deer who swerved to re-intercept us no matter how we swerved to avoid her.