As the buck left me I waited 15 minutes and the black clouds began to roll in. I decided it was time to get Ben and go after this deer.
We have a rule that unless your alone and you absolutely have to, you must track with the gang.
So me and Ben make it back to my stand at 0900 and guess what, mother nature decided that I needed a shower after all. The rain cut loose. So without blood to follow we needed to do a grid search. We went about 250 yards out the ridge and no sign. We then decided to double back on the side of the hill where all the big boulders are. This is where a buck of mine died before. Now my heart is starting to sink the longer this played out. It's pouring down rain, we're soaked to the bone, and no deer. I was about 120 yards from my stand when I noticed a different color boulder about 50 yards in from of me in some logs. As I got closer I said thats no boulder, it's my deer!!!! And this is what I found.