I climbed down and cautiously started on the trail. The first half of the trail required diligence. Only a few drops every 15 feet or so. I began to get a little discouraged... shot looked good... but not so much blood...
After about 75 yards at the top of a hill, I found my arrow. From that point on, it really opened up. For the remaining 50 yards or so, he angled back behind the pond into the thick stuff. It was one of those great trails that leads you on a journey physically and emotionally. Finally I found myself working my way through a thick tangle of spicebush, greenbriar, and sassafras leading down into a steep ravine. I took the final few steps:
Charlie Lamb has talked to Chris and I about a fatally hit deer heading to water at the end, and this was the case for my buck. His final resting place was in a spring outlet that feeds the pond. In finding him, I discovered a new hidden spring on the farm I haven't found in 38 years of exploring this amazing piece of property. I had a few moments of quiet with him and shared peace and thanks with the Creator.
Just last week an archery mentor of mine said, "Every kill is a trophy, and I'm thankful for every one." Great wisdom there, and I am very thankful for the Spring Buck:
Here is a shot of my two new-found favorites: My Dogwood Zipper SXT "Sentinel" and the hidden spring outlet: