So I knew the deer was hit back. Two hours later when John picked me up we looked at the arrow and I was pleasantly surprised to find significant blood on the shaft. I figured maybe I caught part of the liver and decided to leave the area undisturbed and come back to look after breakfast.
Four and a half hours had elapsed when i loaded up with three guides; John, Robert and Gary and two dogs; Nacho and Taz to go look for my deer.
It was a rare treat to be off by myself with those guys and hear their BS as they gave each other a hard time and strategy as they planned the best stand opportunities for their hunters.
When we got to the stand site I told Robert where the deer had been and pointed out a line of travel that I had seen that stretched close to 80 or 90 yards. He put Taz out right away and the dog got right on the trail. The situation was confused by the fact that there was virtually no blood on the ground and there had been seven deer on site when I dropped the string.
Taz would follow the trail and lose it and follow it again. We knew there was a creek about 100 yards from where the trail got tricky and with some prompting from Robert, the dog moved off in that direction.
John and Gary went back to drive the truck around the creek and Robert and I followed Taz. Within a few minutes of the time we seperated, Taz bayed the doe in the creek and Robert and I ran to the scene where I quickly finished what I had started.
I am pretty sure that we could have found the deer without the dog because I had a good line on the deer's travel and we would have definately searched the creek bottom. However, watching the dog work was pure pleasure and greatly added to my Solana experience.