I waited at my house until my buddies arrived. Honestly, I was a little worried. Crown Buck was too close for me to use the scope sight on my crossbow and so I aimed down the stock of the crossbow and shot him instinctively.
The arrow flew so fast that I could not see it and Crown Buck exploded instantly and ran full tilt towards the gulch 80 yards away. The tall grass by the gulch sucked in his outline and that was the end of what I saw. He was out of sight in a few seconds. I felt good about the hit, and I definitely heard it on impact, however I couldn’t actually see the bolt hit him.
When Richey, John, Bryant, Champ and Collin all arrived it was already one of those darker than dark nights. We turned on our flashlights and they followed me to where I took the shot. We looked around the immediate area. No one found my arrow nor did anyone see any blood.
“He went this direction,” I said, and started walking toward the gulch. When we got to the tall grass we spread out. We found no sign or the buck and paused and met up to discuss the situation.
Champ spoke excitedly, “I see blood!”
The blood was red and frothy. ‘A lung hit,’ I thought. Now I was less anxious and shined my flashlight around to locate the entryway to the gulley. I walked there and shined downward through the dark.
Behind me, Champ called out, “Here he is!”