I shot a nice buck in an oak grove last year. He went right down and lay there motionless. I moved towards him within 5 minutes. He jumped up
and struggled over this small cliff towards a downward sloping stream.
No blood. I searched for hours. Did the circle thing, and concentrated downhill towards water, you know textbook stuff. Exhausted and very sweaty, I gave up after 4 hours of this. I was disgusted at the prospect of losing my first deer in 40 years. I headed up the stream and a large gully
to my car. At the top of the gully, under a tree in a stump hole I saw the telltale white belly = dead buck. This deer low crawled up the stream, and purposely crawled under this downed tree to avoid me... No question in my mind about it. I was not surprised. Nothing a deer does surprises me!!!