I'd blown it. Somehow I just made a bad shot, I figured. Dropped my bow arm, or something. Then about 45 minutes before dark, a doe popped out in front of my stand, maybe 20 yards. Easy peasy--but having just missed, I took extra-careful aim, squeezed…and shot underneath her. She, too, made a little hop, moved off, not even 10 yards, and went back to feeding.