After busting my butt in the desert and coming home empty handed I finally got me a nice black tail with my bow. Last Saturday my son and I hunted really hard. Just around 3:30 we started heading back towards the truck. Walking through some thick stuff, this guy was just watching us walk by. As we were walking I nocked my arrow and whispered to my son big buck. He was only 10 yards away. I whirled around, aimed, and let go. We heard a big whack. The buck bounced away and we started celebrating. We waited for what I though was forever and then went and checked for blood. Went and got the headlamps. Couldnt find any blood. We decided to leave and come back in the morning. Sunday morning we searched for 4 hours. Still nothing. My gut was in knots.....Went to the same area this morning. A week later. Stumbled over this guy around 10:00. He was just torn to shreds. What a monster. I dont have any meat but I do have this rack
