Well, it's that time that none of us like. I shot a little buck, and it looked like a decent shot, though a little far back. Saw him run hard a ways, crash, then pop out and walk stiffly up a hill and into the neighbors' pasture. We trailed him a ways and checked out the blood. It's definatly a lethal shot, but not a quick one, obviously. We followed him halfway across the field and could hear what we think is him sounding like a wounded deer just inside the woods. We marked the spot and left. Going to give him a while and go try again. This is the first time in ten years I've had one run over a hundered yards. Sure hope we can find him tonight. I'm afraid with the coyotes around here there won't be much left in the morning.