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So I was hunting this morning with my muzzleloader on a ridge line with a gulley and another knoll to my left and creek bottom infront of me, after standing there for about 30+ minutes, I heard deer moving my way, sure enough here comes 3 good sized does, I let them walk knowing there would be a buck following not far behind, and sure enough there was, he came up the gulley and up the side of the knoll I was standing on and he wasnt 40 yards from me broadside, beautiful buck, huge rack, definetly would have made another head mount on my wall. So I put the crosshairs on him and pinched the trigger, he took off, he ran up the side of the bank next to me across the gulley to my left and layed down ontop of it, I finished reloading and he was still laying there i put the cross hairs on him again and he jumped up and ran down towards the creek. I walked over to where he was laying down and sure enough there was a small pool of good blood which lead to a trail of good spotting. The blood trail went for about 45 yards and than just stopped, no more blood, I called two of my good friends who came down to help me look and we searched around for about 3 hours, circled around the last blood found, circled the area, zig zagged the area, and just skirterd the whole area in about a 1500 yard radius, no more blood, and no buck.. If there is one thing in this world I HATE, it is losing a wounded animal I just intended to harvest. Buck had a nice huge rack and definetly would have been another head mount, more importantly than that though, what a waste of perfectly good meat, makes me sick to my stomach...
