When I was 15 I was bow hunting on the ground and a doe fawn walked in front of me at 17 yards. I hit her high in the shoulder, arrow went in about 10" or so. We tracked her that night and then quit. Went back the next morning and tracked her all day and jumped her at 10 yards, I couldn't shoot her because 2 other guys were on the other side of her. We later lost blood that day and went back again the following day and found nothing! A day later my dad came home from an elk hunting trip in Colorado. Helooks at me and says, Steve were going back out there, I'm pretty sure I know where your deer went to bed down at. Sure enough we went out there and dad jumped the doe fawn where he figured he would and it ran accross the river by my brother who took a running shot at 30 yards with his compound (He was 12 years old at the time) in the river and he nailed it good in the lungs. I seen the whole thing happen as i was running 90 mph along the bank towards the deer. I dove off the 10' river bank like an olympian swimmer or diver into the river and grabbed my now dead deer! I was one happy SOB that day!