As Joe said, the wind was tricky for him on his cross wind, yet from my vantage point it luckily was not an issue....
Dr Tuxedo trotted into the window and without him missing a stride I let him have it....
A loud audible report from him after the fletching disappeared in the boiler room was the scene at hand and again he swapped ends for only dozen yards, then he dove into the brush thrashing, crashing and popping is teeth, then total silence.
After a brief moment of assessment, I slowly stood and moved to my arrow to inspect. It looked good, and I turned to see Joe just inside the brush on the opposite side of where Dr Tuxedo dove in. Joe pointed to the location and gave me the 'he's dead' pose of arms spread head down. Joe and I backed out down wind for about 30 yards to chat about the events before we set up for me to move in. Joe stalked up to about 10 yards to where he entered the brush and I went to a 'cut through' sendaro that was real close to the entrance and cut in from the down side. This way if we both were wrong, would could either get another arrow in him is he tried to escape or at least see his exit route.....
Not far along at all, I spotted this....
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