An old friend came to visit our hunting farm a few years back to hunt a warthog and impala, as a present from my father. He was only practicing for something like 4 months with and old Pro-Line. This is what happened that day: He missed the first warthog completely by being over exited, couldn’t find the arrow due to all the thorn bushes around the waterhole/hide. The next one was a good hit and he saw it go down while following the blood trail. He spooked some impalas on their way to the water and decided to go back to the hide and wait for them. After a while they returned and he arrowed a decent ram.
We arrived a few hours afterwards and follow the blood trail of the arrowed impala. Somehow the ram managed to burst through the game fence into the neighboring farm. We decided to first collect the warthog and arrange with the neighbor to collect the ram later that day. The downed warthog was nowhere to be found and it took some serious tracking to find it again. One of the trackers crossed a second warthog track with a “not so wonderful” blood trail. We took the dead pig back to the waterhole/truck and searched for the first “clean miss” arrow that we found also covered with blood. With daylight fading, we failed to track the wounded pig.
We located both the next day by following the vultures and managed to save some of the meat.
I still got his bow on my wall; he stopped hunting completely and still blames himself for being to impatient.