Every hunting season you miss is one you can not make up.
It amazes me how tough animals are. While not an elk, I shot a whitetail doe a few years back. After taking out the backstraps and cleaning them up, I found a .22 bullet laying in the fat, it had barely punched through the hide. Certainly not a mortal wound, but if someone shot you or me with a .22, chances are good that it would go clean through us, and for the deer... It might as well have been poked with a thorn.
My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
them are some crazy stories guys, I guess my closest to matching it i got is when i killed my biggest whitetail. I had him at 9 yards straight down from my bow stand walking away it was the only shot i had my arrow hit a rib dead center and only went in a couple of inches it was headed straight for the boiler room. A month later in rifle season i seen a mature looking deer standing in a group of trees at 70 yards half a mile from my bow stand i took the only shot i had(the white patch in the neck) he dropped in his tracks i walked over to what i figured to be a decent deer and seen it was the 164in 10 pt that had been shot in one of his ribs with a arrow i . It took me about 30 minutes to believe my eyes. That deer made me plum sick for a month!!
sick? bad meat?