The moment I had been dreaming of for 3 1/2 years finally came to fruition.. and I completely blew it.
This 6.5 year (possibly 7.5) old buck that has been some what of a Local Legend between my neighbors and I… A- because he was big.. B- because between my neighbors and Myself no one had seen him in person besides myself on 1 occasion where I saw him from my truck still breeding during the first week of February under the cover of darkness. For 5 years..He only show up on trail cameras after dark.
Well you can imagine my surprise when he came in like a ghost behind me with plenty of legal time left to play with. I was on an (observation sit) not expecting to see any of the shooters, because I had not had a legal shooting time shooter picture yet this year.. I was scouting entry and exit routes to the standing corn field I had planted.
Anyways long story short. it was dead calm, and I had a small window of opportunity in a clearing behind me. He was walking through the window at plus or minus 20 yards and I took it. Arrow hit low and back.. straight intestinal shot. He took of like a rocket, arrow came tumbling out about 60 yards later with a complete pass though. Waited 14 hours took up the blood trail. Meticulously trailed him for 4.5 hours and there was pretty decent blood at times so I was feeling optimistic. But that optimism ended after I saw his blood trail nose dive off the river bank. Climbed down there saw his track stumbling about and blood trailed him right at the waters edge for 5-6 ft and then the tracks turned right into the water. As you may know right now with all the rain, medium sized rivers are completely full, and the current is really ripping right now. River is about 90 yds wide at this spot.
Other problem is that the other side of the river is in a different state.
As hard as the river is flowing depending on his condition, he could have either not made it to the other side.. or on the slim chance he did make it.. could be several miles down river by the time he made it across or maybe more.
I feel really terrible, physically ill.. I would have rather clean missed so that I can still hunt this awesome animal, or someone else could hunt him. Almost makes me want to put down the bow for good. I am always the one lecturing wife and friends about being a “responsible hunter” and owing it to the animal to make a good shot. But now.. a giant legend of a buck is dead somewhere and no one has anything to show for it. And that is 100% on me, and I am not sure if I will continue with this passion or not.
Thoughts?