Paul ask for a little info as to equipment and shot taken ..
I was using my new Micro as well as a 15 1/2" FMJ with 100 gn Carbon Express stainless single blade with a small bleeder { fixed blade & not sure of the correct model name just now } at about 418gn. total weight.. The shot was aprox 35-37 yards "off-hand"... Using the Dead Zone excal. scope ( which BTW, I am very happy with )... I did manage to "pull" the shot left a bit on a broadside shot as he was walking slowly and un-disturbed from left to right
Everyone likes to blame a "bad shot" on something, and I'm gonna try using the trigger as a "Bad Excuse" for a liver shot.
( both it and my 355 trigger are going to Boo once his home is set up to allow him to do his magic on them ).
At the shot, he bolted forward and traveled aprox. 75-80 yards before crossing over a very rural 2 lane highway into an area outside of the allowed hunting unit. I watched him bed down at aprox another 75 yards deeper into the tall grass beyond the road boundary.
I found a home nearby with someone home, asking if there were any law enforcement or game officers living near-by that I could contact and explain the circumstances too... As there were none,
they suggested I try and recover before night fall and coyotes took over..
I unloaded the quad and as I'm pretty severely handicapped by years as a welder with severe COPD, ( I often use it when allowed, for recovery when human help is not nearby ). I started out into that high grass only to jump him up causing him to dissapear another 100 yards farther after crossing a fence into dense trees and brush in a cattle grazing pasteur on BLM ground.
At this point I backed off knowing it was getting down into the teens that night. I did manage to find the guy leasing that area from the BLM for grazing .( A brother of the rancher who was allowing me access for does on his ranch )... He agreed to let myself on the quad, and my brother on his horse, ( for a better view in that tall bunch grass and brush ) to return in the mornring to attmpt to find and retrieve him... All night long I tossed and turned with worry of both losing the deer and or and coyotes finding it..
We arrived about 8:00 AM to start our search... The person who origionally allowed hunting does on his nearby ranch , along with a son in law Brent, eagerly joined in on the search... By the time my brother and I found a gate for quad and horse access to the pasteur Ron, the rancher, found it out in the tall wast high bunch grass much farther out than I ever expected it too make it.. and e was minus about 1-2# of meat from a very small area on the back of the right hip, just below the tail.
My bother" drug" it thru a deep run off ditch on hores back, over near my quad where we loaded it on for removal from the pasteur and cleaning... He's now hanging clean and split in half waiting cutting up, packaging, and my brothers freezer....( mine being full of elk )
Both he, and his son's family are eagerly looking forward to some venison dinners over the remainder of this fall and up-coming winter...
Now I'm just laying back and calling coyotes for a bit, as I want to enjoy Thanksgiving with family on this side of the state before returning home for a very long winter now that all my tags, minus cougar and bear, are notched for this season.
and the "Micro is BLOODIED"
I hope you enoyed the "Rest O The Story"....
Gene