Last year, taken from the ground with my daughter beside me:
Cyrano OTOH hasn't taken one since 1999 - his first - because he lets me go first (we have kids so one of us stays home with them while the other hunts - and he can stay at home and work from home too so it's less time off work if I go.)
Cyrano says he would never have found this little doe if I hadn't tracked it for him. Hardly any blood trail, ran about 300 yards.
Also this guy who walked about a mile and a half before we jumped him, then chased him another 400 yards, jumping him twice, before he finally expired. That took some dedication. Four hours of tracking in the wet sleet, hardly any snow, hardly any blood again because it wasn't a passthrough. (since then I worked at increasing my Kinetic Energy to avoid these kinds of situations.) He tasted like Outback Steak house, though!
Can you tell I'm not eager to get back to my work? *sigh* Ok I *REALLY* mean it this time I have to work. :-)