For most of my life I have had my father to thank for getting me into hunting and fishing and teaching me the ropes etc. Well for the first time I have the same pleasure. I picked up bow hunting in college and my dad decided he wanted to give it a shot. He sat all year last year and never could get a deer in range. This year has been a different story. This past weekend he took a shot at his first deer, a good doe. Unfortunately he hit high, top of the backstrap high. She ran a 1/2 circle around him and stopped and stared he waited a bit and got out and when he got out she was still staring at him until she finally blew and ran off. We didn't find any blood and he said he could see the hit and it was very high, we think and hope she will be fine only smarter than before. When we got back to camp we checked over the bow and found his peep on the string had moved and was causing him to hit high. We got the peep back in place and after a few practice shots he felt like he wanted to sit again. That afternoon he connected on a javalina at about 20 yards, great shot and his first bow kill, couldn't be happier for him.