Last season on the last day of the season,I hit a doe and trailed her for a couple of miles but never got her.She was going to die,but I just couldn't walk anymore as I have a bad knee and leg.I got home and couldn't move the rest of the day.It is the only deer I have missed and I went out and bought an Omega so that I have the most accurate gun available so that never happens again.Another sad story with a happier ending was when I was about 17 and hunting with my father,we were driving and my dad saw a doe struggling in a field.He had a doe permit so he went and finished her so she didn't suffer.I told him I was going to take a little wals a little further back near the woods.My dad told me to just take the guns back to the car so he could gut her.I got to the truck and about 10 yards from where my dad was gutting the doe,a monster 8 or 10 pt got up and trotted away.I yelled to my dad but he didn't hear me.We went to the spot it got up because my father didn't believe me because the grass he was laying in was only about knee high.There in the snow was the evidence and the signs of some nice 8 inch tines.At least the deer lived to hopefully breed.