sunday night, about 4.10 pm. the weather had been rainy, it was near 32 degrees, windy- didnt feel too confident. but, as i was dozing off, i head the eerie foot thuds and quiet chrunches from behind me, and to the left. i slowly took off my handwarmer cylinder, and waited... i heard em, but i didnt see em, then through real swampy brush i saw one about 60 yards away, then another right along side the other. the funnel i hunt is only about 10 yards from my stand, this was a new unnel that i might move a stand to- anaways, the bigger of the two (estimated 120lbs, a good sized doe) was closer to me, but she was still 50 odd yards away, a big oak was in her way, as she was going around it, i drilled her, 43 yards on the dot. i aimed right for center of the lung, but she ducked down more that i thought a deer would from a bowstring, and hit her kinda high. 1 hour later, my dad and i were out tracking mama. about 60 yards from the shot i found first blood, and my god, it was great blood, about half a cup of sprayed blood every few feet, it would vary of course. we got to the river, the last blood being right on the riverbank. my dad crossed, dropped the gear, but my boots wernt high enough, as we were crossing we fell in the coldest watew i'd ever felt. we got on the trail again, but it got into some real nasty brush, it took a while to track through that-then we came to an opening. a pasture, i though. this is where we lost the trail. it was in cupfulls of blood, then nothing. i thought the wind might have blown the leaves, but we did a 100 yard circle, and the clearing had a paved road: forest perserve. my dad went out with the beagle and the absolute best tracker ill ever meet, and picked up more blood, but it stopped by a tree, where there was rope- i think i might have gotten robbed, its hard to say without seeing the deer. thanks guys, appreciate all comments, good and bad. -jimmy