Being anxious to draw blood with my bow, I shot the first doe that came in, and it was a yearling. The shot on her was in the heart at about 25 yards, and it was a complete pass through. She ran about 30 yards, and I watched her drop.
I drug her back to my climbing stand and got ready again. About 45 minutes later, I had 4 more does come through, and one stopped in nearly the same spot in my shooting lane. When the arrow hit this doe, she hit the ground and rolled, and she was down right there. The arrow must have hit bone and didn't pass through, and when she rolled, my arrow broke in half. She was a mature doe.
My dog is actually a tracking dog, and my son brought her when he came to take my picture. She is very photogenic and draws the attention away from my ugly mug.
