|A quiver of well used arrows! Left arrow was shoulder shot on elk (note 7-8" of blood) . The rest helped to reduce the grouse population.|
After about 30-40 minutes, I started down the mountain and immediately picked up a blood trail. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worse, I began to track the bull. For the first half mile, things looked promising, the blood trail was steady with the occasional small pool. Down the mountain, across the creek, through a swamp and along side a mountain park (sounds like Bears in the Night..eh dad!) I found decent blood. After several hours and nearly a mile of tracking it just stopped! The last spot was a half-dollar sized splash of blood on a deadfall. I made several casts in all directions praying to find more blood or the animal. No luck!!! As evening set in, it was at that moment, I realized my poor shot was going to haunt me for a long time. I am guessing if the shot had been 4-5" to the right, this story would have a happy ending and horns on the wall.