I sit down against a big oak pondering my situation. I`m mad at myself when I actually held form and the arrow felt true at the shot but how did it hit so low?
I began to listen at the swamp come to life and realize I had done my best. Took a very ethical shot with proven equipment and it looks like it did`nt work out for me this time. Still don`t sit well with me.
I thank God for the morning and begin to realize how blessed i am to be upset about a deer with all the problems in this world. I got a freezer full of food, a good job, a Great Family and good health and I`m leaning beside a big oak feeling sorry for myself. I begin to feel a bit better and start back trailing. I have blood but have huge doubts of finding this deer.
The blood is sparse I`m thinking and drive on. I know where a crossing is a bout 75-100 yards ahead on to an Island so I loop so I don`t mess up any blood and check it. Sure nuff theres a drop of blood...
I carry on...
Went by where some sawmilling had been going on...
Makes me feel better that usually means gators got plenty to eat besides me..lol
I`m following a bloodtrail that has really picked up when I look up and...
not a Moose by any means but I`m not a Moose hunter. Actually a real good Buck considering I thought I had missed him...
Boned out and in the meat sack and headed for a good walk out. The Slough I`m standing at looking down is called Cypress lake. About 20 years ago I caught a two pound Warmouth from it with a 6` cane pole and a cricket. It was the tieing State record at the time.
A blessing from God to be taught such a lesson in humility then have a gift laid in your lap. God is good.RC