The Final ChapterThis morning was bitter sweet in a couple ways.The first was the alarm clock didn't go off at 4 a.m. Which was nice, but it also meant I wasn't in a treestand today.At day break, I again loaded up Gunner and headed to Wisconsin. One quick pit stop for breakfast and we soon arrived.Once at the parking area, I leashed him up and off we went.Instead of cutting cross country up and down the terrain to get to the last beds, I decided it would be easier to take the longer route along a trail to get there with less effort. Running around on just a few hours sleep has a guy looking for the easiest route We were about two thirds of the way to the last known bed, passing along one of the clear cut thickets. It was also coincidentally inline with where the three busted deer had run towards just hours prior.Gunner was behind me on a short lead and I felt a small tug...... Okay..... Somebody has to pee.... Again. I looked back at him and he had his head up smelling the breeze. He started pulling away wanting to go in. It was a small area, maybe twenty yards deep and a hundred yards long along side the trail.I figured what the hell.... Worth a shot, even though "I know" the buck went a total different direction......It was so thick that I couldn't keep him on the lead, so I unclipped him and just followed him....... RIGHT TO THE BUCK!!!!!!! (dead)I couldn't believe it!! Still can't get over it!!After the buck walked over the ridge and I left, he did a circle and went and hid in the thicket. Right where Gunner was trying to take me the night before. But I dismissed him as wanting to follow the fresh doe tracks that we jumped the night prior.Anyways guy's, I hope you enjoyed the little saga I brought you through. I hope some new guys can take something from my story if they ever make a bad shot. Give them time, and trust a dog if you use one. The nose knows...Unfortunately with the temps the way they were, combined with the terrible shot and 25 hours of time, the deer was too far gone. I have a pretty strong stomach and have never puked cleaning a gut shot deer. But when I opened him up both of my egg Mcmuffins literally hit the ground. It was nasty. I tried feeding Gunner a chunk of meat and he wouldn't eat it. This coming from a dog who treats a litter box like an all-you-can-eat buffet.......I feel terrible that he wasn't any good, but still a little happy we at least found him. This is the first deer I have ever had spoil, and hope it never happens again. Anyways guys, here is a pic of the deer, the hunter, and the hound. He's not a "monster", but should make any Wisconsin public land do-it-yourself hunter proud.