Anticipation and elation rapidly gave way to worry as the blood trail petered out. My daybreak shot had created a frantic scene, with does leaping and fleeing and the targeted buck seemingly vanishing. We originally wondered if the 10-pointer dropped where it had stood. Nope. But ample, frothy blood at the point of impact seemed to indicate a quality hit, leading to expectations of a dead deer close by. Wrong. Mostly, anyway.
From our elevated blind, my young guide, Eli Arends, and I watched the buck sneak in just before legal light, approaching a couple of does and fawns.
“Is that Tres?” I whispered?
Arends raised his binoculars, then looked at me and nodded. The hunting crew at Lowrance Ranch, a 43,000-acre working cattle operation in North Texas, closely monitors…