I watched as the buck ran. At first it was all out, but shortly he slowed to a walk. His head began to hang low as he walked and finally he laid down in the short grass only seventy five yards away.
It was over in moments.
Staying behind the cover of the willows I lit a smoke and just stood watching. The prone buck had the attention of every animal in the meadow.
Slowly they started to drift away from him and up hill.
I'd wait until they were out of sight before crossing the stream and approaching my prize.
Still in my bare feet I crossed the creek and found a place to sit while I took off my ghillie and put my boots back on. The barefoot approach had been super quiet and actually was quite comfortable for the entire walk.
I approached the fallen monarch with arrow ready, but it would not be needed.