Well – just got an email from Phil and talked to him…I’ve edited out some of the names…..but you get the idea…
Sent: Tuesday, November 4, 2008 12:51:28 PM
Subject: No Buck
Thanks for your guys help last night, and sorry it turned into such a fiasco. Never in a million years did I think that guy would act that way. I figured it would be a short blood trail ending either on the land I was hunting on (XXXXX) or Gary’s XXXXX land and we would be in and out of there in no time.
I stopped by and talked to the other neighbors this morning to get permission to look for that deer (NAME and NAME), and they said no problem. I called (THE NEIGHBOR)one more time too, and he said no again, even though I explained to him that I didn’t think that we crossed his line the night before but sorry if we did.
Anyways, as you may guess, I followed more blood and it ended up going right into the heart of (THE NEIGHBORS) land, so I pulled out before I crossed his fence line , and bypassed his land and searched all over the other neighbors for about 4 hours hoping it made it that far. Anyways, I never found it, but I know it went down into his land to die because it starting angling down when it entered his land; damn, the blood trail was getting good too. We missed a lot of blood in the dark.
Just for the record, where we stopped looking for blood, we weren’t even on (THE NEIGHBOR) land. I found that out when I went back this morning, but the blood trail did head right into his land where I picked it up.
Long story short, buck is down there on his 200 acres somewhere most likely dead, and I’ll never get it. Worst hunting experience of my life. It will take me a while to get over this one. I may even hang up the camo for the rest of the year. I can’t stand the thought of not retreiving a wounded deer that I shot.