I had great activity the entire week passed on a bunch waiting for the big one that I saw. After giving me the slip a few times during the week, I got a crack at him on Thursday. It looked like a good hit, quartering away arrow up to the fletching. Lost blood in a thick marshy area. We grid searched for hours but no recovery. The guys that were there could tell that it was killing me although I tried my best not to let it show. Fred Eichler put his hand on my shoulder and said "oh man, I'm sorry. It happens to the best of us". But other than that, it was an awesome week as usual