So I told my elk story already. After getting that all taken care of I went to chase a deer.
After stopping to talk to Whip for a little bit I took off to a spot where I had seen a few deer before. Knowing that there was a few large bucks there that my Dad a few friends had chased before I was excited.
I had no sooner walked a few hundred yards from the truck when I spotted a nice buck. He was not a big buck really but I decided to try a stalk. I spent the next 45 mins walking around a hill to get the wind right. After finally getting to where I needed to be I had 200 yards of dry timber to sneak through. It took nearly two hours to make the stalk quietly. Glassing often moving only while he was feeding once I could see him. I lost him 40 yards out. I knew he was close so I kept moving closely. Then I heard a stick break behind me. I had some how got past him in the blown down timber. Slowly I turned knocking an arrow. He had me though. I waited and waited. Finally he turned his head away and I drew. He was 16 yards I picked my spot and released. The arrow flew true to its mark and he bounded off.
I waited 30 mins and started tracking seeing really good sprayed blood at first, but it went to just spots. I was a little lost but soon picked up the trail again. I traked him almost 500 yards before it got to dark in the trees to see blood and decided that I would have to come back in the morning.
The next morning I brought a frind with me and we found him shortly after getting on the trail. It was the longest track I have ever had on a well hit animal.
This is the exit hole. I was above him so the entrance was midway just behind the shoulder.
My buddy Luke that came to help me that morning.