I love it when they go down in sight. However, I shot an 8 pointer one year. Double lunged him with a four blade Phantom Normally they are down very quickly but this guy would have nothing to do with that. It was getting along towards dark when I got down from the tree stand and I was susprised not to find my arrow on the other side of him. I trailed him about 50 yards where he jumped a fence and he headed for a hell hole in the swamp....at least that was what I was afraid of if I pushed on so I let him go til the next morning. I found the bloody arrow on the ohter side of the fence but a four hour search found little to no blood. I decided to simply walk the easiest to walk trail figuring if I was hurt like I thought he wasI thought he was that is what I would do. I went about a hundred yards and could fine no blood. I was tired and discouraged...no blood after he dropped the arrow. I reached down to get my cell phone in my cargo pants pocket and as I looked down to open the button I saw i was nearly standing on 3 drops of blood. At least I knew I was on the right trail. I kept on it until the grass got about waist high. I could find blood high on the grass and to make a longer story short I found him about 50 yards from there in edges of the mucky hell hole. The shot was perfect...double lung, hit the offside shoulder. Most of the time deer don't make it the first 75 yards but this guy mangaged about 400. It was a long and tiring job by myself but was one of those accomplishments that I will always cherish. I still wish he had gone down in sight and he was not the biggest buck I have killed. I had him mounted, anyway, his head in the same position that it was when I released the arrow....looking my way. He is a constant reminder to never give up, use your instincts and knowlege...and, perhaps, bring along a friend.
Here he is where I found him. Arrow entrance was perfect and the autopsy told me he shouldn't have traveled that far. But...
Here's another buck I shot from the same stand a month earlier. Perfect heart shot at 22 paces. He went 40 yards, never knew what hit him and he just fell out of sight in the ferns after he stopped to check out what might have just happened. Both experiences were elating. I guess, in summary, all's well that ends well.