A couple seasons ago I shot a buck in early October as it was coming out into a bean field that hadn't been picked yet. I knew I made a good hit and watched him fall seconds after. Knowing he was dead I climbed right down and walked out to where I thought I saw him flop over. I was wrong. He wasn't there. I was not where I thought I was, and I could not see a thing. The beans were brown but still thick, and the blood soaked in and disappeared. I figured no big deal, that I'd just come out in the morning and grab him. That morning track turned to noon before I realized I needed a dog.
That dog didn't even track. He went straight to the buck without ever putting his nose to the ground, and the buck was exactly where I thought he was. If he was a snake he'd have bitten me a dozen times. I don't know how I didn't trip over him. But sure enough, those brown beans completely hid him from me. I've been hesitant to hunt a bean field since.