There's a good old boy that lives just outside Ellaville, Georgia(Ronnie Heath). He had a wonderful black lab that was the greatest frienliest dog you could ever imagine. Her name was Sally. The critter could track anything. I shot a buck with my old slow Polar LTD a whole lot of years ago(back in the 70s) I shot him right at dark when it was probably TOO dark to do so. I heard the loud whack and could barely make out the arrow(I thought it was anyway), mostly hanging out in the shoulder as the deer sped away.

I looked for a couple hours in the dark but was only able to track it 75 yards at most. The next day I had something to do(work) that I couldn't avoid. I called Ronnie and told him my plight. He ask where I was hunting and where the stand was. It was only 150 yards off the road. He said he'd take Sally out at daylight with his brother Wayne. Thedog hit the deers scent and started tugging like crazy before they got to the stand. He let her have her head and in 25 yards they found the arrow with only blood on the first 4 or 5 inches. The old Bear Razorheads point was rolled right over. They kept on the track just in case, but it didn't look like a killing hit.

Ronnie called me about noon and said, well we found your arrow, the deer went here, there and then up into that big field across from the hog farm. He wandered all over that picked peanut field with a bunch of other deer. Then he crossed into the soybean field, angled back into the woods a good 3/4 of a mile from where you shot him. He went down into that swamp that runs along the creek. Suddendly he stood up right in front of us. We could see a splotch high on his shoulder where you hit him. He and the 3 does with him took off as Sally was going nuts. He's still runnin'. They had tracked this deer close to a mile with Sally starting 10 or 12 hours behind him. He said we found a spot of blood along the waybut nothing more than if you cut yourself shaving.

That's what a good dog can do.