My dad hit him perfectly through the heart, the buck wheeled back around and hit the dense brush on the other side of us. There was very little blood initially but I knew from how the deer was running that the deer was dead on it's feet with the heart not pumping, just a muscle reaction to flee. We waited just a few minutes and then entered the brush, it was pitch dark. I moved up where I thought the deer had traveled and in about 15 yards saw a spec of blood on a blade of the waist high grass. Everything here is waste high including the thorns and rattlesnakes so you move very slowly! Every few feet I was able to pickup a spec and after 50 yards the buck was right in front of me all piled up.
Dad and I have spent a lifetime sharing the outdoors and I could not begin to explain how precious each and every year is becoming!
