I learned a pretty good lesson this year. Ron preaches often abouttaking a compass reading when a deer is hit. Sometimes I listen, sometimes I don't.....
I was in my favorite Shrewhaven spot on Banana Ridge when a shootable doe (not a fawn) came directly down the trail I was on. She paused at about 10 yards, with a sapling covering her front leg. All I had to do was aim left of the sapling, and double lung her.
Frankly, I made a bad shot. It was too far back, and went high through her gut. The exit was low, and the arrow made a complete pass through. She wandered off, not bolting at all, and I took a compass reading as I watched her disapear into the bush. I could see her with my binoculars, just a flick of the tail here and there. I waited 45 minutes, and then climbed down to look at my arrow. There was a small bit of stomach material, but lots of blood, and a solid blood trail.I suspected that my 200 grain Ace head had cut through her liver.
I followed the blood trail about 30 yards, and it was ample. I came to an area where she crossed a trail, and I thought I could see a deer laying in the thicket on the other side. I squatted to see under the brush...and she was staring at me!! I began to quietly back out (I had snuck in quietly, it's my habit to "stalk" a blood trail)but she got twitchy and blew out of there. I rembered the preaching, pulled out my compass, and took a reading on her departure. Then I went back to camp.
It was cool enough, and we decided to wait until morning. Wrong call. It POURED rain all night. When Greg and I went back in the morning, there was ZERO blood. I was glad I had marked last blood with toilet paper. I stood at that spot, re-sighted due north with my compass, and Greg and I walked right to her!!She had gone maybe another 50 yards and died in flight, not bedded. Odds are she died on that last run.
Thanks Ron, for another lesson in woodsmanship!