After waiting a few hours we ventured out to look for a blood trail. We didn't find anything except a couple tiny drops on a piece of wood about 500 yards from where the buck was when I shot. We spent the afternoon walking out the bottom and searching each finger of the pasture. It was about 2:30 pm when we jumped a buck that was bedded on a shaded hillside over a mile from where the buck was hit. We went and looked at where that buck was bedded and sure enough it was the hit buck. There was only a small amount of dark colored blood in the bed. We backed out and I went in the next morning to cover the area we saw the buck head into. I never saw any more sign. It's pretty disheartening when a hit like that happens, but it does on occasion. I ended up getting this buck on my trail camera the week before.
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