The ground's wet, it's pitch black outside and it's slow going. The blood is literally getting washed away as I track it.
At one point my light hits a pair of eyes about 15 yards away and it's a big fox walking parallel to me heading in the way my deer ran. On one level it's really cool. On another level I think 'oh no'.
After about 100 yards and a couple of hours I lose the trail. I'll have to take up the trail in the morning. But it's going to be a cold night so I'm not too worried.
The sun is up and I'm out on the trail with my dog. He starts off well, but soon decides there are too many things to look at and pee on, so he runs around while I shoot compass bearings (it's impossible to find any blood).
As you already guessed. I find my deer, or what's left.
Now I've had a few I've had to leave overnight and once in a while they've had a chunk missing, but I've never seen anything like this around here. You'll have to pardon my commentary ... I was a bit flustered.
(click the pic and it should take you to a short vid)