Shot a buck with my bow a little low and caught the shoulder/leg at least I thought. I could tell from the sound it whacked a pretty good bone.

It was at the house so I looked for a long time, got a friend over and we looked all night. I looked over the next couple of days and then I started hitting up the creeks and stock tanks looking for a dead deer. Only found a few drops of blood and the back half of my arrow.

I saw him again the next year missing his front leg. Didn't seem to bother him. I saw him again over the next 3 years total. He never did grow a funny rack but even tho he got much larger in body size he never grew a rack any bigger than the first year I shot him.

I also never saw him around the house till well after gun season was over in late January and he hung around a long time each time but then would disappear in the summer each year.


Otto is my co-pilot.