Reminds me of a funny story. We were just bedding down for the night in the tipi when another villager came over and called out to us, to see if we were awake. I invited him in and he looked distressed. He explained that he took a shot at a deer, just as it was starting to get dark. In the thick it was much darker than out of it, and he saw a clear, clean shot, pulled his bow and released, sure that he got a kill shot. Let the dear go for the night and came up to ask for help tracing it in the morning. We got up and three of us, one of us being an excellent tracker, searched up and down the mountain for that deer, picking up plenty of tracks but no blood. We followed deer trail after deer trail, walking at least 10 miles up and down and around and around. Nothing. Not a drop of blood to be seen. He was positive he hit the deer, as he is a great shot and was, by his estimation, only about 6 yards from the deer. After two days of searching we gave up, and out of sadness and disappointment, he broke his hunting arrows as a penance. The next day, he was walking by the spot and stepped out to urinate by the trees and there it was, his arrow, clean and in the base of the tree. He somehow missed that 6 yard shot!
Good job finding the buck Pearl Drums. Coyote doesn't taste too awful...
