That reminds me of the time I shot a beaver with a .22. Threw the 'dead' rodent in the trunk of my old K-car, and was heading home. I start hearing this noise from my trunk. I pull over, pop it open, and there's this beaver, looking at me. (And I'd shot it in the head). So, I grab it by the tail, pull him out onto the road, and put another round, point blank to the back of its head. It died again, and off to home I go to skin it out. I set up my table with plastic, set the beaver down, go to get my knife all sharpend up in the other room. Come back, am about to make the first cut, and the dead beaver wakes up, freaks out, and starts running around my house...I had to chase it down, catch it, wrestle it back outside and shoot it a third time...