The first deer that i ever shot haunts me still to this day. Before the season had even started i had a few close encounters with a young buck at a feeder of mine. After a few encounters with him he began to trust me and would even walk up to within 10 yards of me to see what kind of goodies i was bringing him today. Finally the season rolled around and i was having no luck at all and really wanted to tag that first deer and put some meat in my freezer. Well sure enough with only about a week of the season left i'm walking back to my truck and i jump him while he's bedded. He tkes off and stops to turn around at 40 yards and whack, I hit him to far back and he was gone. I backed out and went home to get a flashlight because it was getting dark and i knew that it was a poor shot and he needed time to expire. I get back to the spot and there is not a drop of blood to be found. I ended up staying out in the woods until the next sun came up before i went home for some rest. I ended up looking for him for about a week and never found a droplet of blood. I try to block that experience out of my mind because it pains me so much. He was almost like a dog to me!