Here's my story from Monday.
Daughter and I had been sitting in the blind for a couple days after seeing nothing. A group came in finally. They had come in once during the month that I had game cameras set up. Only had the one little herd buck with them.
My daughter and I both had tags. They came in to the left of the blind to the water. Daughter took a 35 yard shot but sailed the arrow over it's back(buck fever). It would have been her first animal.
They moved out back to the left of the blind but circled around to the back side of the water. I changed the windows to the blind so I attempt a shot. The noise was making them nervous and the started to head out. I got a quick range at 51 yards. All I remeber is finding my 55 yard pin, then hearing the thud/smack of the arrow hitting his ribs. I swear I could see a blood stain start behind his shoulder as he ran away, but it was only a quick glimpse before the terrain blocked my view.
We waited a couple minutes and retrieved her arrow. Waited a few more and started to look for mine. Couldn't find it. Started to zig-zag along the path I though he took looking for any sign of blood. No blood anywhere. Started to question everything I had thought I heard, saw and felt. Getting worried.
We went back to where we thought he was hit and started looking in the thicker grass. My daughter found the arrow, but didn't want to pick it up. It was covered in BLOOD!!! What a great sign, but still worried about not seeing any blood on the ground.
We decided to spread apart by about 20 feet and walk along the direction they were headed. We went only about 50 feet beyond where we had looked previously and I found him down in the tall grass. He had only made it 200 feet from where we found the arrow!
That was the longest 25 minutes of my life.

