Bowhunting back in 1983 and I shot a 5 point but, unfortunately, hit a limb before the bull. Arrow hit it right in the hind quarter. My Father and I tried to find the bull until dark and then we left. The following day it rained, a lot. We could never find any tracks, again so we looked blindly through the forest and gave up that night. It truly was a needle in a haystack.
4 days later we ran into a guy that my Dad knew and he had found my bull, dead

We took the head and I figured I had killed my bull so I tagged it.
Two months later the local game warden pulled me aside at a local sportsman's show and told me thanks for tagging that bull as he would have hated to write me a ticket.