It was the biggest buck he had ever shot, but now it was gone. The big deer had appeared like a ghost just before dark at about 170 yards. He was quartering away, but that buck was too good to pass up. The hunter nervously got the scope on him, and tried not to jerk the trigger. The shot felt good, but the deer ran off without showing any sign of being hit.
The hunter hurried out of the stand to where he thought the deer was standing. He found no blood, primarily because he was 30 yards closer to his stand than the buck had been. Wisely the hunter circled the spot, and after 10 minutes which seemed more like 10 hours, he found a small pool of blood and a bit of brown hair. But besides the one spot, there was no blood trail that he could discern.
He was relieved that he had hit the deer, but his headlamp wasn’t too bright at its best, and the batteries were weakening. He would meet up with his older hunting buddy
