He took off hard. Back down the side of the ridge. I thought for sure I heard him crash. I turned around in my stand and closed my eyes. Playing the shot over in my head. I hit him where I wanted too. But the remorse was already taking over as I didn't want to be done this soon. I finally found myself being thankful for what had just happened and called my dad. I Explained the shot and he was on his way. 1 hour later we where back at the stand. We started tracking and the blood was sparse. We would find one spot every 10 yards. I kept figuring that he would fill up with blood and start bleeding or be dead. With the low amount of blood we backed out and went for better flashlights. My hopes where high as we had only gone 75 yards and I just knew he would open up or be dead soon.