Wanted to add an update to this thread...
After 5 weeks, 4 missed shots, and numerous blown opportunities I finally connected with a doe!
I used the 42 lb. hickory longbow with a 28" carbon express shaft tipped with an old Bear Razorhead.
The shot was less than perfect because she bolted as I released the arrow from 17 yards away. The broadhead entered the left hind quarter, actually cut through the femur severing the femoral artery and lodged in the abdominal cavity behind and above the stomach.
I knew the hit was solid, even if far back, so I waited for one hour before trailing. There was a good blood trail at first. She fell after about 8o yards and broke the shaft off. From there there was literaly no blood. As I knelt where the shaft was found, I looked up and saw her struggling through the hardwoods. I backed out for another hour before continueing but still didn't find more blood.
I've always been persistent in searching for game. I came upon the doe laying in an over-grown logging road in a small mass of pine saplings. I didn't stop even though she was only 8 yards away. I took one more step, slipped an arrow onto the string and turned only to have her bolt once more.
One more hour later I came back, found where she had been and was disappointed to find only a little blood. While kneeling to examine the blood, I heard a deer moving through the brush up ahead. I continued to look for blood thinking it may have been a different deer. After 45 minutes of no blood and no deer I returned to the last blood, back in the logging road. As I started out again, I heard the deer movement once more and realized it had to be her.
I came upon her after another 60-70 yards and she was down. I was there for her final moments.
This was a thrilling hunt. I arrowed the doe at 7:00 am and tagged her at 11:30 am.
Sorry this post is so long. The feelings of accomplishment are so strong it's hard to explain. I think you guys understand.