and I hit right where I was looking! love it when that happens. the buck gave the big "donkey kick" and took off. I could see my arrow hanging out by the feathers, so I sat down and waited til dark to move. still does around, and I wanted to give him time anyway. plus, Ron was hunting on a neighbors property and I knew eventually hed be walking back through. was anxious to tell him about the whole thing.
I wish id have taken pics, but the blood trail was absolutely profuse! I'm shooting those Palmer extreme cuts, and oh boy you talk a trail.
but, the trail kept going.
and going.
and going.
we followed with flashlights for over 400 yards, and he wasn't bedding. also, the blood itself was concerning. I knew id hit where I was aiming, but there was no lung looking blood in the trail. no dark, liver blood either. what had happened? 350 yards into the trail the buck had to slow from a sprint to slide under a fence (apparently he was to sick to jump over it). at that spot, the blood was right back to a steady stream. honestly I have NEVER seen blood like this. but, he wasn't going down. so, we made the call to come back in the morning. was plenty cool out so no worries of spoilage.
was weird, I knew this buck was dead, just a matter of finding him. don't ya hate those nights?