We heard him crash back around into the grove but not into the corfield so certain he was in the grove and not 100% certain on the shot we left immediately to leave him alone for a few hours. This being the worst part of the hunt but I was confident that I should have gotten a lung and probably liver but it was still rough not knowing and hoping that he wasnt suffering to much.. I said many prayers in the next hour or two and felt comforted by time we went to look knowing that I had made a good enough shot to end it quickly. There wasnt much for a blood trail but was able to walk up to him...It was done my four years of getting mad at turkeys cuz they wouldnt do what they were supposed to, my hikes through big hills just trying to get close enough to a mule deer. or all the hours in a brush pile just waiting for an unsuspecting deer to walk by...It unbelieveably happened when least expected and totally out of the ordinary...I know many people that feel they d rather be lucky thatn good and that was for sure the case this time as we wer not planning to even see anything up close. Wed hunted this place three previous years concentrating on muley but turns out before they chop corn it aint to bad forwhitetail either..