when i was in high school, i hit a big six point high. my dad and i trailed it the next morning for 6 hours. there was no blood until he ran up next to a tree and snapped the arrow of. from then on, there was some blood. just enough to follow the trail. never found him. my dad's buddy say the same deer 2 weeks later in a field. the only reason we knew it was him, was because his rack was bleach white. hope you find him.