Ok, I'm not here to say I did the most ethical thing of all time. I wanted that buck, and I punched the release. I had taken a practice shot early that morning, and I felt good. I told my self I'd shoot 80 yards if I needed to, I think I actually said that out loud.
As it turned out, the bucks stop was false...he looked when we grunted, and slowed, but did not come to a stop. But that arrow was gone. If I had led him any further, I risked hitting the tree. I held front of shoulder and sent it.
Well, I watched that arrow disappear right smack in his paunch. I checked the arrow for confirmation. Sure enough, it was coated with green slime. So, we turned around and left. We did not look for that buck until the following morning. I was on pins and needles, everything in me wanted to go look for that buck, but we gave him nearly 24 hours.
The next morning, I found him lying maybe 150 yards from where I shot him, tops. Full disclosure, he was in Princess Bride mode, so I put one more in him.
I thought a lot about not publishing this story, it's not super epic, and the shot was questionable. But I'm glad it worked out.
He tastes awful. So, he will be nothing but chili and taco meat for palatability. He was a big, rutted up, gut shot muley. Lol.