I shot this guy 7 minutes after dusk on Friday, 9/10. I had a great blood trail that completely stopped after about 100 yards. I searched for 3 hours that night and for about 5 hours on Saturday without any luck. On Sunday, 9/12, I saw buzzards circling on the neighbor's property. After checking with my neighbor, I hopped the fence and found him 150 yards into the woods to the west from where I shot him. The buzzards and the coyotes had worked him over pretty well, so there wasn't much to recover other than his horns. It was a bittersweet moment when I found him: grateful that I found him but unfortunate that it took me so long to find him that all meat was lost.
The taxidermist grossed him at 170.
The taxidermist grossed him at 170.