The furthest I've ever had one go, 100 yards. Fortunately, I shot him at 4:30 so there was a lot of daylight left to track him up, and get him out. Plus, he ran in the direction of the lake where the boat drop off/pick up point was.
Ontario is beautiful. This was the view from the boat ride on the way to the stand. What a contrast from the Everglades where I was hunting 2 weeks ago. Also went from hunting at 92 degrees to 60 degrees.