I thank God for all of the blessings in my life, and I consider bowhunting and killing animals as one of those blessings. Unless I make a bad shot and the animal suffers longer than it should I feel nothing but excitement when I let my arrow fly. Of all the deer that I've killed there has onlybeen three that have made me feel bad, two that I hit solid and couldn't find and one that I made a bad shot on and when I tracke it down it was still alive and I had to put another shot in it. I've killed somewhere between 40-50 deer and those are the only three that have bothered me at all.