Well saturday night was about the worst feeling I have ever had in my life. I shot a big old doe at 40 yards and I watched the arrow hit her good in the heart. We had an amazing blood trail. Then she made it to this thick stuff that we could even walk through and we never found anymore blood. She could of been laying 6 inches from us and we would of never found her. Out of about 35 deer or so I have shot this is the first one I have ever lost. I don't care if it was just a doe but I know she is dead and just makes me sick that I couldn't find her. I know that it happens and now I know the feeling. Hope you guys are having better luck.