It's a long story and I'm tired, but here goes ...
Went out last night and found a great spot, of course I forgot my saw so I was slowly going up a big pine tree, kicking off branches until I got about 10-12 feet up.
At 6:30pm a 4 point came in from my right rear and looked like he was going to walk right in front of me for a perfect shot. He then changed course and came right under me to sniff the bungee cord at the base of my tree for a moment (I swear he looked straight-up at me too.)
I figure he's going to blow and blast-off, but he just starts walking away from me to my front left.
When he's about 7 yard out, I draw, aim between his shoulder blades and release.
The arrow is just to the right of the spine, angling forward and buries up to the fletch. He lets out a "HHUUFF!" and runs hard back under me and I hear him making a big loop (too thick to see) and then all is quiet.
It'll be dark in a few minutes so I back out and go home for a cup of coffee. I decide not to go back until morning as there's pretty good blood on the ground, and I don't want to jump him if it's a one lung hit.
Here's the blood at the hit ...
Not the best ever, but it repeats every few feet so I guess I'm safe.
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This morning AM. I get out to the site and my blood is gone! Just gone. There's a heavy dew everywhere and all that bright blood from last night can't be seen anywhere. I can't believe it. I find a little bit of sign for 10 yards or so then nothing. I start cutting back and forth across the direction I think he went to see if I can hit the trail and nothing. I think I was about to have a stroke.
This is what we're tracking through ...
The ground cover is about 2 feet deep and you literally can't see the top of your muck boots ...
I run bearings out from my tree for an hour and decide to go home and get the dog. My best pal. He'll find my deer in a couple of minutes.
Back with my Drahthaar. He starts out on the blood and then decides to take the day off as he starts dragging me everywhere and peeing on everything. I'm about to have stroke number 2 as I load the pup back into the truck and try and remember why I feed him all that food every day. I take him home.
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Grab a coffee and back out to the site. I decide to take a different trail to my tree and here's what I find ... I'm very happy.
This is exactly how I find him and you can make out the shaft coming out between his front legs.
The shaft is just hanging on by the fletching.
There's an exit you can stick 4 fingers into right between his front legs. If you can figure-out how this exit doesn't leave a blood trail I'll send you a new nickel...
Something had actually gotten to him first and started on his rear end (I'm guessing bobcat). I lost a little bit of meat on the hams, but I field quartered him and packed him out.
He made it about 100-125 yards I suppose in just a few seconds. I was shooting a Robertson Falcon recurve 55@28 and a Eclipse 145 on the front (arrow weight 680gr).
I need a nap.