The buck flew out of the plot and crested the bluff and was gone.
I sat down and thought very negative thoughts!
With the hill blocking my view and hiding my movement I got out of the stand and went to where he was standing. BLOOD! This plot is only 25 yards wide but there was blood the width of it.
I went to get Bwana. We decided to wait a bit and went to meet his brothers.
Returning an hour later. We found only a few more spots of blood. So I walked up and over the spine of the bluff in the direction he had run. Walking thru the chest high prairie I walked 35 more yards down hill and saw a white belly staring at me. The arrow still in him but under him hiding the red light from our view. The arrow went all the way thru the top of his chest and stopped in a rib on the far side. He had run only 85 yards and had been dead in seconds.
Clearly this buck was not the one on the top of my hit list. For a few minutes I mentally kicked my self for ending my season so early on a younger buck with so much potential. But then I remembered it's more than just about how big he was.
Having great friends along to share in the adventure made it even sweeter.
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And now I got to run for it's time to get my friends back out in the stands and make more memories.