So my duck and pheasant shooting grandson and I were in the tree stand this morning to once again try for an archery buck. After about 10 minutes, he decided to give out a few grunts on his grunt tube. A few minutes pass and he comes one straight to us. At 25yds he stopped broadside and grandson let one fly, the deer ran away and he says I think I hit him good. I says let’s wait awhile anyhow and after about 20 minutes we get down and find the arrow covered in blood. I knew it was a good hit but didn’t act overly excited but I knew it wasn’t going far. I said ok now you have to track him down and I let him lead the way. Lots of blood. I wish every deer I’d shot bleed like this one. About 125 yds through the woods and there he lays, he died running but piled up beside a tree. Another great weekend indeed. 
