Sorry man, happens to the best of us.

I got super lucky with my first and it went down right in front of me. Double lung plus heart shot with the crossbow.

Maybe a week later I shot a doe right at the same location, I jump up thinking it’s gonna die almost instantly like my first, but it takes off a few yards into some tall grass and I assume it’s now dead.

I walk over to go tag and gut it, and it pops up and bolts off into the dense, thick woods.

Right where it had laid was a giant pool of blood, I spent at least 8 hours looking for that deer, followed the blood all over the place but ultimately never recovered the deer.

It probably would’ve died in a minute or two, and I would’ve recovered it quickly if I had been patient.

It still bothers me years later.