Bad spot and very thick with cedar trees. I had a doe come in behind me in a short step to thick. I had the red dot on and hammer back but had to make a slow turn to get on her. I thought I was in the center of her chest as she seen my movements and looked up. Now or never, I let the .500 JRH go. She reversed and bolted, I heard brush breaking and seen a deer run left, just a glimpse. I walked every trail with no blood at all. Of course I was looking left. My neighbor came and we were talking, I looked down and was standing on leaves with blood. We tracked her and she went to the right, the deer I seen was a different deer. We got to fallen logs and knew she would lay up at one. We seen her at the side of one but she got up, went over the log and was falling as she ran, I could not get the revolver on her before she went into a gully. I found only one spot of blood and my neighbor had to leave for a funeral.
I followed scuffed up leaves and found her. But my knife and drag was at the stand in my pack. I walked the gully out, across a flat and came out at my other stand. I got the pack and Polaris to that stand.
I went back and gutted. I had hit left of her shoulder, through the guts and back out and into the knee at the rear leg, destroyed it. There was a huge pile of guts blocking both holes. Long drag with the sun blinding me and I got off course, could not find the trail or Polaris. I left the deer to find it and got turned around. I knew where I was then and went back.
Now I could not find the deer again. I went to where I came out of the gully to follow my drag but it petered out too.
Then I tripped and banged my heel on a rock so I was limping. Finally I went more right and walked up on my deer. I took her to the trail and wound up at the stand I shot from. Now to hobble back to my Polaris. She was larger then I thought and I busted a gut to load her, figure at least 175#. I figure I dragged her 300 yards.
I stopped at the house where I hunt and the lady came Wed morning to cut and wrap. I gave her the deer. I skinned and cut so she could bone it out. It took her 4 hours.
A friend came to shoot some and I checked mine, hit the bullseye so it was me that shot bad.
Crazy day, lose a deer, find it and lose it again.
She was full of corn and when I was skinning chunks of bone fell out of the leg so I just cut it off. Ham was still OK. Just lost some stew meat.
I did not take pictures. Ashamed at a bad hit. Yet hard work recovered the meat.