This story goes back to 2010. I shot this deer at 270 yards right in the chest as he stood up from his bed on the last day of season.
He raired back like a bucking bronc and fell on his back. He was still kicking and I was giving him time to expire. I was going to walk straight to him as he was in some thick scrub oaks. As I approached he got up and hauled butt.
I took a couple of running shots but did not connect. We looked the rest of the evening. Came back the next day with a dog and looked for over 6 hours. Nothing
Looked for buzzards and/or coyotes but couldn't ever find him.
Today I found him about 800 yards from where I shot him right on the creek. Crazy part is......during our search for him in 2010 we were within 40-50 yards of him. Not a monster but definitely a close to a story that has haunted me for over a year. He was 6.5 yr old according to his jaw.