I shot a nice doe last year on the opening day of the Pennsylvania deer season. I shot her towards dusk, 200 yards, head on. I had an exceptionally good rest and figured I smack her right engine room. At the shot she flipped back over on her backside. Basically she disappeared from my view. By the time I got to her it was dark enough that a headlamp a big help. I'm always looking for bullets after the fact and figured that one got into the guts someplace and ended up on the ground, never to be