I`ve bowhunted for 45 yrs. I killed #125,126 and 127 this year and have lost six. I cant remember all the deer I`ve killed or even all the bucks but I can remember every detail of every one that I lost.
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Have shot well over 150 animals with my bow in my 15 yrs of bow hunting. I have only lost 2 animals both were good shots blood ran out on both. Looked for both animals for days never found hide or hair.
Short story i was at a Missiori check station some years back and a guy brought a doe in with a broadhead cut in the exact spot you would wont to hit one. It was healed over and his killing shot was 2 inches higher and he killed her.
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I have lost a couple. The first one I shot with a bow, the broadhead blew up and chased it for miles, I do not know how one animal could loose so much blood and still live. I shot one with a 12 ga. brenekee(I do not use the any more) that was running straight at me at just a few feet. I had a stove piped shell but didn't think it was going to need another one until the deer got up and ran right by me, I could of grabbed its tail. Then it jumped into a creek that was a couple feet above flood stage. We walked that creek for a couple of days and never found it. I still stay up at night thinking of that and it was about 10 years ago.
Chris Kiefner
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I guess misery loves company, huh?Lost the only deer I shot at this last season. Sux. It was big doe at 10 yards from a ground blind. She took the arrow right in the zone, but as she ran off i was surprised to see the shaft sticking out pretty far. It shortly broke off on a tree she passed, and after about a 1/2 hour i went and looked. Apparently the arrow only went in 5 inches--must have nailed a rib dead center in the thickest part of it or something. I had a good blood trail for about 40 yrds, then drops, then nothing. i spent the rest of the day looking; just heartbroken. Never found her, and never saw any vultures the next couple of days. I hope she lived.
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Lost a heck of an 8 this year. Shot low, brisket. Had night only photos of him 3 days later. Shot a 10 this past season that had been shot 3 times previously with a rifle. Had a hole in his ear, shoulderblade was caved in with bullet fragments in the meat. When the Taxi caped him out he found another large frag in the neck. He could not handle the Slick Trick though.
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Lost a doe and a huge pig this year. Drilled the doe perfectly but the trail ran out of blood. Heard the crows the next day on the next property but couldn't get ahold of the landowner so I couldn't go get her. Got 13 in. of penetration on the big boar (arrow broke off), followed the best blood trail I've ever had for forever....still don't know how he made it that far...then it just stopped and no pig. We looked and looked and looked but never found him.
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The last deer that I shot and lost was when I was 18. I had been rifle hunting an awesome deer all season...he was a perfectly symmetrical mainframe 10, about 20" wide, jet black horns and matching double drops. This was THICK blackbrush country and he never got far from the thickets. I was hunting a portable tall (21' to the chair) tripod stand and saw him in a small opening in the brush about 250 yards away. All I could see was head and neck (looking directly towards me)...I centered the crosshair on the white patch on his throat and squeezed off...and he disappeared...It felt like a good shot. It was about 7:15 am. I got down and started out to look for him and immediately got disoriented...It was just a sea of blackbrush taller than my head...I would hit an inpenetratable wall of brush and circle around it...hit a dead end again...it was a huge blackbrush maze...I started crawling through it trying to find the exact spot that the deer was at...it was virtually impossible to keep oriented (it was a cloudy day)...after smashing/crawling through that stuff I'm amazed I ever saw him at all to get the shot off. I looked non-stop until dark and finally gave up and decided I missed.
Unfortunately, I didn't. Saw buzzards circling the next week and went back in looking for him...had the same problem with the brush again but this time found him by smell...he was laying in a tiny clearing about the size of a normal dining room table that was completely surrounded by a wall of thick brush...he had a very broken neck and had never taken a step after I shot him...
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