Not a great story. Gut shot him on the 5th. He laid down and i shot him again high. And then it poured. Tracking dog spent 5 hours looking the next night. Made it within 30 yards. I was back at it a day or two later and paddled around a nearby pond and finally found him. Mentally exhausting, but I was happy to get closure.
It obviously hurts to lose the meat, but good to find him with the rack intact. My best buck by about 20 inches. Now waiting to find a cape for him.
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