I was hunting at my grandfather's deer camp. On a food plot, on the top of a ridge. Good day, little chilly, nice breeze; Great afternoon to bust a deer. I went out pretty early, so I could get the most time out there possible. I had everything set up perfect, I could get a clean shot off with out making any noise. I was set.
It started getting darker and I could just feel it; a big deer was going to walk out. Sure enough it did! I got down on the rifle, so as to make the best possible shot. I was about to shoot when..... I jerked. She acted like I had maybe hit her. My dad and I started searching the plot for blood a little while later. Where I thought she was, no blood or anything. So we started searching around.... and we found a huge gush of it! I was so happy... until I started thinking. My deer was much further back. So we looked around a little more and we found a blood trail. We followed it a short way, to the edge of the plot. There, we found a pile of deer guts. Someone apparently field dressed his deer, and left the guts there. NICE..... So I officially missed the deer. Oh well, Ill get it next time.
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