This weekend's hunting report: Wounded Buck feeds the swamp instead of me and my family!

Well, I stuck a six point buck on Sunday morning with a crossbow bolt. I know I got a solid hit because there was a significant blood trail to follow. After hearing the “thunk” and watching him make like a furry lightning bolt, I waited in my stand for the prescribed thirty minutes before climbing down. I pulled the release on him at 0705.

I started trying to pick up the bloodtrail, and that took about 20 minutes before I found it. Of course it led out of the uplands area where you’re allowed to hunt, down into the main body of the Okefenokee Swamp. I went in maybe a hundred yards before caution demanded that I return to my truck for some flagging tape and a GPS. A few years ago I got lost for an afternoon in an area adjacent to the Okefenokee, and it is NO FUN. So I will take steps to keep from that ever happening again!

Once I reacquired the trail, I headed off into the thick stuff. Now when I say thick I mean THICK! There were many points along the way where I had to get down on all fours and crawl through. At least the ground (if you could call it that) was relatively dry initially.

After some distance I came upon where my buck had laid down for a bit and left quite a blood puddle. But whether he arose spontaneously or whether he heard me coming – I don’t know. All I know for sure is that when I reached the point where the blood trail came to the point where the occasional wet spot became a swamp with water as far ahead as I could see – I stopped, and would go no further. My handheld GPS told me that I was over a third of a mile back in the swamp proper.

It’s very disappointing to lose a kill that way. I have no compunctions about killing a prey animal, but neither do I want one to suffer and be lost and have its meat feed only the swamp creatures. I much prefer his horns decorate my wall, and his flesh decorate my dinner plate.


Brock Townsend said...

Too bad, man, but you did the best possible.

Sparky said...

DANG! Sorry to hear the deer went missing. That is disappointing. We live close to the Okefenokee Swamp. Shoulda called us for our Lucy (boxer). She can usually follow a blood trail like a pro. Well, good luck next time! We're counting on you getting Deer Burgers so there can be a cook-out. *hint* *hint* :))

Rich T said...

I've had it happen to me. Everything goes right except for the animal dying where you can find them.