I thought she could barely walk from the way you said it. Sorry things didn't work perfectly but I think your protege' learned some good lessons anyway. On Friday, my Dad hit a big buck in the shoulder blade. The arrow failed to penetrate and fell out. We tracked that deer almost a mile. The blood trail petered out to a small drop here and there. We were onour hands and knees sometimes. The buck came in behind him, hot on a doe. He said the arrow ticked a limb on it's way to the deer. The buck didn't move when the arrow hit it. It stayed on the doe.