My longest shot and longest tracking job ever today

Today I shot at a buck at 130 yards and it ran off. Pissed because I missed, I sat there and ate a bannana. While eatin I see a buck and shoot it, boom flop as I'm used to, seven point.
As I approach the seven I see a blood trail headed south. WTF? 20 yards in I see what looks like a lung coughed up and realize it couldn't have been the dead deer because it looked fine before the fatal shot. The trail peters out after 40 yards. I hear a snort and head that way, find blood, a 10 yard blood trail and then nothing.
Since the deer is wounded, I wait 15 minutes. I combed the woods looking for blood, find none, but jump the buck. I can't see it well enough in the brush to shoot. That happened three times in two hours and I finally see him laying.
But he's breathing. ( Choupicsushi's story of buck wrestling ran across my mind at this point.). no interest in doing that shite; I had to finish him off with the rifle. I hope I never do a gut/diaphragm shot again, because tracking a deer 300 yards through a thicket is rough. Boom flops are better!
I ended up with a seven point and a nine point. I'm out of buck tags here in Arkansas. Beaucoup deer here compared to my place in southeast MS.