He calmed down and started feeding out into the woods out of sight. About 5 minutes pass and I see him heading back my way. I didn't even pick up my bow as I didn't intend to shoot him. As he came closer I began to think that maybe this wasn't the same deer. Sure enough, this was a nice doe and she didn't seem to have a care in the world. She was about 10 feet off of and paralleling my entrance trail and never crossed it. If she kept coming she would be in my shooting lane straight out in front at 14 yards. When her head went behind a large maple I picked up my longbow. She continued left to right as I put tension on the string. I needed her to take about 4 steps and she would be in the complete open and broadside. As she eased behind the last clump of leaves on a low hanging maple, I hit full draw. She stopped. I was buried into all three anchor points, which is a feat for me, and didn't want to let down. She stood stock still and I concentrated on a spot behind the foreleg that was visible through the thin veil of leaves. I guess I was still expanding as the string slipped my fingers a little unexpectedly. I didn't see the impact but she kicked hard and took off at a stiff trot. I could see a hole right where I had been looking and she was starting to wobble. She made another short dash and then started to get weak kneed. Somehow she then managed to stay on her feet and take off on a death run. I was hoping she would pile up before she went off the steep creek bank. She was barely out of sight when I heard the thrashing begin.