Good luck. Quite a few years ago, I shot a big buck. We found where he crossed the paved road. My buddy and I started following blood. We ended up on two separate blood trails, his going about a quarter of a mile in a semi-circle back in the direction of the road. My trail went practically in a straight line to the Northwest and petered out after about a half mile. Very confusing to this day.


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