width=500 After buck season  ended here in Pennsylvania on November 15, I had not had any luck. However, doe season was still going on, and I had a tag to fill. So after school Thursday, November 20, I decided to hunt a spot that I hadn’t hunted in awhile and was curious to see what was running around. The temperature was perfect—about 30 degrees—so I knew the deer would be up and moving. After only an hour, I started to see some activity at about 100 yards from my stand. I picked up my binoculars to see that five does were slowly moving in my direction. My plan was to wait until they came close enough to give me a perfect, 10-yard shot. After watching these deer make their way toward my kill zone, at about 30 yards all but one doe changed direction and started moving slightly away from me. I figured it wasn’t going to be long before this doe decided to move with the herd again, so I knew I had to do something—fast. She kept coming closer to about 20 yards then turned, perfectly broadside. I drew back, put the 20 yard pin on her vitals, and pressed the trigger on my release. Everything happened so fast that I wasn’t sure where exactly the arrow had hit. The doe ran about 10 feet and stopped  as if nothing had happened, then ran off again with no visible signs of blood. I remember standing there thinking, “How in the world could I have missed”? I sat for about 40 minutes and got out of my stand to investigate. As I approached the kill scene, I found my arrow sticking out of the ground covered in blood. That’s when I then realized the arrow went through like butter. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much of a blood trail. So, just in case, I decided to come back in an hour to be sure I wouldn’t spook the deer even further if she was still alive. I returned with my buddy Aaron (middle in the photo above) to help me look for my deer. It was now completely dark , so following the blood trail with flashlights wasn’t exactly easy. After about an hour and a half of searching, the blood trail suddenly just stopped and we weren’t able to find my deer. I was extremely disappointed and shocked as I got back into my truck to head home. Driving home, I gave my buddy Jack (right in the photo) a call to tell him what happened. After talking, we decided to come back after school the next day to look around in the daylight. After school, Jack and I followed the blood trail all the way until it had stopped. I took a glance around me, and saw a white belly in very thick cover. “Jack! I said. There’s my deer!” I was in such shock as how I was not able to find my deer the night before. I guess it was just really hard to see because of how dark it was and how the doe died in the thick brush. There is no better feeling than finding a deer you thought you lost. To add to the good feelings, I donated the doe to Good Will. As much as I would’ve loved a piece of delicious deer jerkey or a deer burger, I think it will taste even better at the Good Will. —Tyler