Hit it hard this year for my first A22 season since my wife gave birth to our son a couple weeks ago and I knew rifle season was basically out for me this year. I got a bow about year ago and managed to stay disciplined and shoot around 300 arrows a week. My buddy and I saw exponentially more deer than we did hunters since we scouted basically every moment we weren’t working or shooting our bows. We had the deer patterned to a tee at several different spots. We knew where they ate, where they watered, where they bedded, which routes they favored when they were spooked, etc. Every time we thought we were going to tag out, we got burned one way or another. Surveyors pushed the deer out of our honey hole right after opening day, target shooters spooked the deer I was about to shoot, and I painstakingly stalked a buck for hours only to run out of light when I got close enough to make a shot. Last Sunday I finally got my chance. I parked it on a heavily traveled area and a buck and 3 does came straight to me. I would’ve almost gotten stepped on if I didn’t draw. My rest made a slight creak and spooked the deer at 12ish yards. I stood up at full draw and let out a slight “MERRRRRP” which stopped the dandy fork (by d16 standards) broadside at 50 yards. I knew I was going to kill that buck at that range. Somehow, in my haste to get the shot off, I completely dropped the ball and I sent the arrow right over his back. My only shot opportunity all season and I absolutely blew it. Welp, hopefully with a newborn I can sneak away for a morning or two for D16 season.