Let me preface this episode by saying that it is with a good deal of shame and embarrassment that I even share it...it was definitely not the image I strive for as a traditional bow hunter. The only positive takeaway is that I royally screwed up, but was able to mitigate some of the disaster with unwavering determination. After having my season ruined last year due to the need for a knee replacement, I had the hip done in May to avoid the same outcome this year. The Saturday morning opener was washout by rain. The evening, though breezy, looked promising with a cold front coming in. At 6PM I had a big doe underneath me, but didn't realize that junior was behind me and saw me stand for what would have been a 10 yd. broadside chip shot. It never blew, but started the hoof stomp routine which got momma on edge. For the next 15 mins. they circled and neither gave me a decent shot. I had already made up my mind to shoot seated in my tree stand when the cow horn came in 45 mins later. I practice that shot, but it's not quite the same as being able to bend at the waist. Let's just say I blew it badly and spined the spike. Its rear legs were mostly immobilized but it was with horror that I realized it was going to try to make the river on its front legs with an occasional push from both rear legs together. I'd thought it would stop and rest and allow me to finish it, but that wasn't to be the case. It was going to go off a fairly sheer cliff to get there. I got out of my harness and down and started after him in "not so hot" pursuit. It wasn't even close. The deer had two good legs to my two bad ones and it was willing to roll, slide, skid, etc. to get to the bottom. I heard it hit the water and was overcome by the sickening feeling of watching that pitiful animal drag itself across and pull itself up on a sandbar on the far side. I knew right then I'd do whatever it took to end that suffering, but I couldn't cross there. I had to go back to the shack, get my hip waders and go after it.