I was really worried about the hit. I knew it angled forward, but I hit him really far back...I got that sickening feeling...
I called my brother, had him start on his way over anticipating a long hard trail.
Once I climbed down, twenty minutes after the shot( I was shaking a bit, lol), I walked over to the where the shot took place.
The blood was, by far, the most incredible trail I have followed. It gave me a very good idea that I had made a lethal hit.
I didnt have to look hard for blood, that was for sure. It was sprayed everywhere. I did notice there were some bubbles mixed in, and I grew more confident.
I followed it through a small patch of "Shawn Leonard" multiflora, and paused to make sure the deer stayed on the same course. I scanned the area...
He made it about 90 Yards. His tail is left of the large white oak.
Not a huge deer by any standard, but I told myself, with this being only my fourth trip afield this year, that if I got a shot, I would take it.
Thankfully, a very sharp razorcap and the fact that he spun away from me instead of towards made this a very good hunt. Im very thankful that it went so well....