Well, my buddy took a quartering to shot with his crossbow and pulled the shot back through the guts. The bolt hit the opposite side back leg right on the bone and stayed in the deer.
Wait, let's back up. First, I get the call........"Hey I a shot a buck and I can't find it. I need your help." This was 7:00 PM last Thursday after I got home from work. So, I change my clothes, take a 45 minute drive and we proceed to the field. He shows me where he was sitting and then shows me where the shot took place. Then he shows me the Tag Alder swamp that it ran to about 100 yards away. That's when he's says, "I don't think I got a good hit." I reply, "ya think?"
Let me tell you that was miserable place to try to track a deer. Just a maze of tunnel like runs zig zgg'in every which way. We had good blood and then it would almost dry up. I'd find a speck and look ahead and see three different runs that he could've went. Had to use tracks and broken branches and then I'd find some blood. Long story short..........I found him 2 hours later about another 125 yards from where he entered the Alders.
It got me thinking, I have always been the camp blood hound. I've helped many find deer that were poorly shot and I have had very few of my own that I've had to track under these types of situations. But, I think it's easier to track someone else's than your own because you're not so keyed up and nervous about finding the deer that you just shot. I tend to be slower and much more methodical in my tracking when it's not mine.
Do you get what I'm saying.....does it make sense? Any wild tracking stories out there? By the way....here's the crappy pic
Wait, let's back up. First, I get the call........"Hey I a shot a buck and I can't find it. I need your help." This was 7:00 PM last Thursday after I got home from work. So, I change my clothes, take a 45 minute drive and we proceed to the field. He shows me where he was sitting and then shows me where the shot took place. Then he shows me the Tag Alder swamp that it ran to about 100 yards away. That's when he's says, "I don't think I got a good hit." I reply, "ya think?"
Let me tell you that was miserable place to try to track a deer. Just a maze of tunnel like runs zig zgg'in every which way. We had good blood and then it would almost dry up. I'd find a speck and look ahead and see three different runs that he could've went. Had to use tracks and broken branches and then I'd find some blood. Long story short..........I found him 2 hours later about another 125 yards from where he entered the Alders.
It got me thinking, I have always been the camp blood hound. I've helped many find deer that were poorly shot and I have had very few of my own that I've had to track under these types of situations. But, I think it's easier to track someone else's than your own because you're not so keyed up and nervous about finding the deer that you just shot. I tend to be slower and much more methodical in my tracking when it's not mine.
Do you get what I'm saying.....does it make sense? Any wild tracking stories out there? By the way....here's the crappy pic