My first shot was my first time out bowhunting, 2 years ago.I was sitting in the tree lounge, and it's too darn comfortable and I had dozed off. Next thing I knew, I heard a crunch, looked up and had a doe coming in. When I saw her, she was only about 10 yards or so, but by the time I got my bearings and grabbed my bow, she had made it to 15 or 20. I only had one opportunity to take the shot because she would have been out of my range after that... I didn't even know if I had hit her because I didn't get a passthru, she took my arrow with her. Couldn't find any blood anywhere, my husband finally found the blood trail about 70 yards away or so. It was a good one, bubbles in the blood, so I figure I musta hit a lung. We tracked forever, and ever, and EVER and never found her.

We went back the next day too, but still no blood, it had rained overnight though, and we tried to pick up where we marked last blood, but couldn't find anything. I ended up shooting my 7 point the next week (muzzleloader)and found the arrow about 10 yards from where we were gutting him out.

I figure she died somewhere, but unfortunately, it wasn't anywhere we were at. I am not ashamed, as I took it as a learning experience, as I do every hunt. The one thing I *am* ashamed of is that the draw length on my bow at the time was too long (figured this out afterward, thanks to the idiots at Gander Mtn. measuring wrong), I had shot just fine at the range, but I guess my nerves got the best of me that time. I have since learned to stay calm and think about everything BEFORE I do it, and I harvested a button buck one week into bow season last year.