Sad story with a happy ending. A friend of mine shot a young buck but hit it far back. He trailed it for about two hundred yards and gave up. Just damn gave up! I could not stomach this so I got on the trail and gave 100%. That means hands and knees crawling with nose to the ground searching for drops of blood on the forest floor the size of pin heads. This little buck was a MASTER!!! He lead me through hell and back. He belly crawled through thorn thickets, waded up a brook, went into a swamp outta Star Wars, he would not give up. I trailed him for TWO DAYS! 11 hours day 1, 7 hours day 2. I jumped him several times, TONS of bright red blood. I could not believe he was alive. Finally I found him in a thick young spruce grove that the sun didn't even penetrate. I loosed an arrow and he collapsed immediately. I was shooting from my stomach! Couldn't even sit up so thick! He was a warrior.
I am doing a european mount with his long spikehorn rack, and he will forever be remembered for his sheer will for survival.
Don't ever give up on a wounded animal unless ALL possible options for recovery have been exhausted.If you choose to shoot, you better damn well be ready to finish the job! You owe it to them and yourself, if you are the hunter you believe yourself to be.
God bless the wild critters, we can all learn from the meekest of them!!