It was calm and a mild 70 degrees. At 5:20, a different large 10-point strolled by the blind. I guessed him around 140 or more inches, neck swelled up like a brahma bull. He looked like a buck I had seen two years ago in that same creek, but then went missing. He was cautious, but finally stopped at 20 yards. I sucked the 63-pound Hoyt to full draw and made the 20-yard shot, blasting a 400-grain Victory carbon arrow completely through the mature buck’s chest. I waited a while, then took up the trail. A steady drip of blood started shortly beyond where the buck was standing, including two large puddles with bubbly, foamy pink blood in it, indicating a lung hit. Then, at about 80 yards into the trail, the blood stopped. I looked for a while, but thick brush and thigh-deep grass were everywhere and darkness was swallowing the land, so I quit and called my friend Jeff Bonner to bring his two tracking dogs, Annie and Tebow.