because I couldn't see a thing. Pierre watched as the buck ran through some long grass heading north away from the bush. I walked over to Pierre and our mouths both dropped as we both couldn't believe what had just happened. I think Pierre said the words ...."Are you kidding me"... five times in the next ten seconds. We high fived each other and I was shaking profusely with adrenaline caused by the excitement of what had just transpired. We quickly pulled our emotions together and went to look for the bolt. As we approached the spot where the deer was standing we couldn't help but notice the pungent smell the buck had covered the entire area in. We looked for about three or four minutes for the bolt but we didn't come up with it so we turned our attention to find some blood. When we got to where he had tried to jump the fence we were presented with a decent bright red blood trail. This was a good sign because we figured we had about 2 hours of day light and we needed the buck to lay down. We followed it for a short distance and marked the spot where he exited the long grass. Unfortunately, he had jumped the fence where it had been knocked down by a fallen tree and escaped into a 100 acre corn field. Anyone who has tracked a deer in a corn field before will tell you this usually turns out