Back when I was in school, I had traveled up to my dads to get in the Friday evening hunt with a friend. We were walking in together to go to our stands and just about 50 or so yards from where we split I walked right up to this dead spike that was shot in the rear quarter. Not sure who else was hunting there, I went over and picked up my friend and we went back to the deer.

We decided to back track it to see where it came from, thinking we may come across someone who may have lost the trail...sure enough here is one of the neighbors. Asked him how he was doing and he proceeded to tell us that he shot a spike and wasn't sure of the hit...

Well anyway, walked him back to the deer which was obviously his and then we proceeded to our stands. All in all it cost us about 45 minutes, but had we not found it, he wouldn't of that night for sure as he couldn't find much blood.