Well after 3 bow seasons, i finally shot my first deer last night. I was ecstatic. I finally got a chance to take a shot and i guess i kinda made a bad decision. It was a good sized doe and she walked under my stand about 10 ft out from the tree i was in. I took the shot that was almost straight down and hit her right in the spine. The shot paralized her, but she wasnt dead, and didnt seem like she was plannin on dying anytime soon. So i climbed down the tree and packed up my stuff. I took it back to my truck bc i was only about a 10 min walk from the tree. When i got back, she still wasnt dead. So i decided that i needed to end it for her bc she wasnt loosin much blood and i felt like she was sufferin. Soi got out the knife and ended things. Still took her a while to go. Just the kicking and the suffering killed me to watch. When she was still kickin, a yearling dear that looked old enough to live without her mother walked up and just stared at her, and then she bleated, almost like she was calling out to her. It broke my heart. I mean, i have no problem taking a deer or squirrels or anything, but watchin that killed me. I gutted my dear and carried her to the truck. That scene just keeps replaying in my head. Anyone else been in a similar position? Im still stoked about getting my first kill with my bow, but that just sucked to watch.