Friday evening I shot this buck while he was chasing a doe around in some light brush about 125 yards from my blind. He would never stop moving so I waited until he slowed to a brisk walk and let off a shot. I don’t know if I just plain flinched or possibly hit a twig, but either way I hit him low and back, basically a gut shot. Light was growing scarce so I immediately left my blind to look for blood. I found very little at the exact spot I hit him, but followed a light trail for about 50 yards and completely lost it. It was pitch dark by then. My lease is very remote and I don’t have cell service, so calling in a dog was out of the question. I prayed that night that the buck was “still alive with a slight flesh wound or that I could find him in the morning”. Yesterday morning at first light I went to the last drop of blood I found the night before and started my search again. I made it about another 100 yards when the trail completely disappeared. After about an hour of going back over and back over the last spot, I gave up and prayed again that the buck would be ok. I headed back to my blind to gather my stuff. There is a small tank about 25 yards East of my blind. As I walked past it, I glanced over my shoulder at it, and lo and behold, there was my buck laying dead in about a foot of water. Not only had I found him, but the cool water in the tank kept the meat from spoiling. He had completely doubled-back at least 200 yards from where I saw the last blood drop. The Lord truly works in mysterious ways! Can I get an Amen?
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