Agreed. I once clipped a buck with a .44 mag rifle; even found a bone chip. Jumped him up, but foolishly passed on a Texas heart shot to finish him off. Went back the next day and found him running with a herd of does, still looking for love.

Got a crossbow head and piece of shaft I cut out of a buck I killed with my ML. He carried that for a year with the head cutting his hide from the inside with every step. Was fat and sleek in spite of what had to be a painful wound.


What fresh Hell is this?