One that I can think of, with a bow. I was a rookie and hit the chest just forward of the shoulder and got little penetration. Lost the trail and only discovered it days later when the buzzards showed me where it was. Never have bow hunted again.
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I'll take this as an opportunity to print this comment. Few things gall me more than to hear some loon in a boastful tone, in some largely public place, spout "yeah, I stuck one", or "I knocked one down but couldn't find it".
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Dialogue goes something like this:
"Shot 'im right through the heart I did. Never did find 'im. I'll tell you right now boys, damned .308 ain't no good for deer. Gonna get me one o' them big Ultry Mags for next year. Knock 'em plumb into next week with one of them thangs."
Yep, sure will Bubba. Only problem is you can't hit a bull in the butt with a bass fiddle.
So Bubba goes and buys something that has even more recoil and muzzle blast than the rifle he can't hit with in the first place, so it just gets worse.