I made it back to the woods today. Start walking to my spot and notice my cousins truck parked right where the deer like to cross. Great. I think about it a few minutes and decide to just hide in some tall grass off a secondary trail with the thought being any deer wanting to cross will use it instead to avoid his truck. I'm not even there an hour when I hear a deer get up not even 20 yards behind me. When I see him my heart about jumps out of my chest. Big 8 pointer, huge body. He looks dead at me, sniffs and just keeps doing his thing. I wait til he's in a clear spot thru the grass and shoot. Smoke fills the air and I can't see a damn thing. No worries, he's on the ground. 20 yard shot, 295gr sabot, he's not going anywhere. He wasn't there. No blood, no hair, nothing. I can't believe it. I start looking and keep looking for 2hrs. This is 2 cupcake misses. This one makes no sense. 20 yards. 20 f*ckin yards. I quit. I don't deserve to hunt if I can't hit at 20. This has shaken my confidence to the point I feel depressed about my abilities. I'm done for this season, maybe longer.