Well after being frustrated by the elk everytime out this fall I wanted to draw some blood. This doe was in the wrong place at the wrong time :D I slipped up on her in the sage brush yesterday evening and sent a stone pointed arrow thru her. The shot wasn't ideal but the end results were OK.
It was snowing so hard that visibility was only like 40 yards, she was something over 20 yards in chest high brush. At the shot her and her companion departed in a hurry and I thought I'd shot under her, looked for the arrow for some time with no luck so went looking for the deer. I'd completely lost track of them but spotted a group of other does and fawns below me a couple hundred yards and sat glassing them till almost dark. One was definately lagging behind but was still staying with the group. I slipped out and went back up this morning and spotted a flock of magpies up the slope, a sure sign of something dead. Sure enough my doe had died in her bed during the night.
A little far back, one lung and clipped the liver. Shooting a Dryad Wind Talker 65# (awesome bow!) a C-biskit arrow, (Thanks Chris) with one of my stone points.