Don't let it get ya down. The first deer I've shot at in years, with a bow, was standing broadside to me, last fall, at 20yds. He jumped like somebody'd goosed him when I hit that rock under him! If I'd not seen where the arrow was, I'da thought I'd stuck him.
Keep trying gal. It'll all come together. When it does, you'll look back and wonder what all the fuss was about.
He took me!
Wish you were here.
Proud Parent of a Marine