My friend Jeff got a late season tag for archery.  The deer was 80 yards away and running up a hill when he shot it in the butt.  We tracked it a bit, but kept jumping it so we waited until the next morning to see if we could find it.

The blood trail wasn't easy to find, but we saw a few drops here and there and followed the best we could.

We lost the trail and were looking on the ground for more blood.  My brother yelled that he had found some more and was looking at the ground.  I looked further up the hill about 20 yards and yelled "there's the deer!"  It was a small 4 point, but Jeff was happy to get the meat.

Heres a little set that I found a few miles west of my house.  I found the first side just seconds before my brother would have seen it.  We walked around the hill for a while and came back a different way.  My daughter left her jacket by the first shed I found and Jon went to find it.  Not 10 feet from where I was standing, he found the other side.  As a rule, he gave it to me to keep the set together.

Dew is holding 4 point and a three point we found another time.  If she could hold and play with them all day, she would.