Well, i found him, 3 months after I shot him. I was hunting on a big ridge on the morning of november 7 when this big guy chased a doe by me about half hour after daylight. When I let the arrow go I thought it felt good but when I saw him run off I saw the arrow sticking out about 3/4 of the way. My heart sank. He ran about 100yds and I could see glimpses of him walking through the woods a couple minutes later. I had low hope of finding him. I came back about 2pm that afternoon. I quickly found the blood trail and followed it a little ways. I found my arrow where i first saw him stop. It had solid blood about 1/4 way up and less up to bout 1/2. I followed the blood trail aways longer. It got weaker and eventually i lost it. I searched around where i lost blood for about and hour for more. Nothing. I walked farther south where i thought he probably had went and looked for sign along the fence to neighbors property. There was only one small draw on the neighbors property and I started to climb the fence, but I stopped myself. I thought to myself, ' I dont think he is dead, and if he isnt and he went in this draw I might have a chance at him coming back for the doe he lost.' So i stopped and returned to my stand to see if he would come back. He didnt. I went the last 3 months convinced he was dead.
Fast forward to yesterday Feb 16. I took off walking toward this draw to look for sheds and i wanted to know for sure that he wasnt in there. Well i walked down one side and find a small shed, got to the end and started back. Thats when I saw him about 250 yds from where i lost blood in november. I took off at a dead run. I was so excited and disappointed in myself at the same time. I had let this buck (my biggest ever) lay there for over 3 months without really searching hard. But I was excited to recover him. After a go ahead from our game warden I recovered the head. He will take his place on my wall. I am proud to have killed him, but humbled by the fact that I lost the meat and cape. I have learned my lesson. Sometimes it looks like you made a perfect hit and they get away, and sometimes it looks bleek and they still die. I won't let this happen again. Bowhunting is good about teaching you a lesson, isn't it?
Put the tape on him. 153" gross. My best by 7"
My big buck and little buck(thats what i call him)