I scanned the ground in front of the blind but could not see the wayward arrow. I thought it should be close. I certainly hadn't seen it hanging from the bird as it flew away.
Soon I was scouring the ground inch by inch walking farther from the sight of the hit with each step.
Finally near 30 yards from the blind I came upon the arrow laying behind a burnt cedar which had been left in the field.
One blade was bent back at a 45 degree angle from the others. It was obviously the impact blade. There was no trace of blood or feather on the arrow anywhere.
The blade itself was still razor sharp and showed no dings or dulling as it might from a glancing blow along the ground.
I searched the ground along the path of the departing bird through the open field and into the wood beyond to no avail.
It had been a costly experiment which left a lot of unanswered questions in my mind. Of one thing I was sure. I'd not do that again and would stay with solid body shots.
Though I continued to hunt the remaining days of the hunt the weather deteriorated as did bird sightings.
There would be no more opportunities and all too soon the decoys would be packed away and the blind folded up and slid into it's travel bag.
It was time to go home dry out equipment, sharpen broadheads and regroup.
The Missouri season would soon be starting and I already had plans for that.