I made a hail mary shot on the deer I ended up killin this year.I believe the bullet was deflected into the deers top round muscle an stopped at the base of his tenderloin on the opposite quarter without breakin a bone.I chased him for 1 hr before stoppin for 3 hrs.I stopped cause he was not bleedin which led me to believe he was hit high an would fill up with blood an die within 3 hrs.He just wanted to lay down.(Course I would too if MY ass was on fire.) He was layin in a hellacious spot of wet ground with swalegrass,jackfir thickets and 10 yo clearcuts borderin everything.I went back in with a 12 ga 870 remington loaded fulla 00 buckshot.With a soft rain fallin and 4" of wet trackin snow with friends posted at several road crossins,the games began.I chased this big fuggin bastird for 3 hrs an never went a 1/2 a mile.I peppered his neck with buckshot 3 different times before I finally got one inta his brisket an loosened them lungs up a mite.When he finally fell over I run up an knelt down an we looked at each other till he stopped breathin.Maybe that was an unethical thing to do,but his dyin breath was takin while he was lookin at the baddest muthafugger he ever tangled with. If this hunt was unethical in any way,why in hell did I have to dump adrenalin outa my friggin boots that night? Some of these other so-called "huntin" boards crack me up.