I draw, hit anchor, while bending at the waist. The deer is quartering away and behind me. The arrow is on its way and hits home....
The deer bounds three times then stands there looking around. He wobbles, and I expect him to go down.
My arrow entered high and back, and exited(atleast the first 8 inches or so) tight behind the elbow.
He walks off. I decide to make the walk home and give him an hour, just to be safe.
Coffee'd up, full stomach I head out. The trail looks good at first. Bubbles mixed with white hair and lots of blood. It dwindles drastically and quickly. I end up covering the first 75 yards on my hands and knees. I decide to back out and give him more time, and call some friends and family for help.
Help arrives and it is off to the trail. Hands and knees...circles....grid searches. Nothing. we contemplate calling in a dog. We decide to walk in a line through the thickest part of the cedars that border the last sign.
"Blood" my buddy says. I race down to him and good blood. Follow it a scant 15 yards, and it is gone again. We repeat the process three times.
I find more. We line up, Im on the trail, my brother and buddy on either side of me by 15 yards.
"There he is", but not a yell of the excited. A whisper. I follow the pointing finger to 30 yards out and see my four pointer. Looking at me. I circle around and dispatch him with a quick paced shot. The resiliance of these animals is truly amazing. How or why he was still alive is a mystery to me.
I have my first traditional deer.
Harold, I apologize, but family is a bit testy because Im leaving at 1 am to go salmon fishing. LOL.
I also apologize, as I used my Griffin today due to the proximity of the trees. I opted for the shorter bow. Dont worry, I have 3 antlerless tags left and a bear tag.