Thanks Jacob. This past fall was my thirty-fourth season bow hunting whitetails, the past twelve of them with traditional gear. I'm probably the most frustrated that I repeated some of my past mistakes. I'm not complaining. Most of all, I wanted to share a mistake that I made, so others would have the opportunity to learn from it. I had a green horn mistake last year (Fall 2020) as well. I knew better while I was making it. I want to share it as well, hoping that someone will benefit from it. I had a broadside shot on a doe at 17 yards. I hit her a little back. I couldn't tell for certain at impact, since the arrow blew through her and was sticking in the ground on the other side. I knew I hit her because she flinched on impact, she stopped at 60 yards and licked the wound, and I could see evidence of the hit on my arrow through binoculars. After she licked the wound for awhile, she walked away, abandoning the twin fawns that were with her. I waited the thirty to forty-five minutes until shooting light expired, took down my hang on stand and climbing sticks, packed my gear up for the hike back, and then walked to where I last saw her. The arrow had dark red blood on it, no guts, but a gut smell to it. There was a good blood trail for about eighty yards which took me to the property line of my Uncle's 200 acres. Using my flashlight (1600 lumens in a pocket light), I saw her fawns who would not leave at 100 - 150 yards in the neighbor's pasture, which was wide open, other than native plum bushes that are common to southwestern Oklahoma. I then saw the reflection of her eyes bedded in one of those plum bushes at about the same distance. I did not pay enough attention to realize she was still alive. I crossed the fence, and immediately she bolted leaving her fawns again. I backed out, but it was too late. The next morning my uncle and I grid searched the adjacent 200 - 300 acres. No sign of where she went. I blew her fawns out of a bed within 50 yards of where she was when she bolted, as well as almost stepped on a 2 1/2 - 3 1/2 year old buck who had bedded down nearby over night or early morning. I never found her. She was somewhere dead. Her two fawns came by every single setup I had while I was on stand for the next six weeks to remind me I should have just come back in the morning based on how the deer had reacted to the shot. She would have been an easy recovery the next day if I had not taken up the trail too early.