Bunch of guys at work and I were yacking about deer hunting after the end of the nine-day. This was several years ago.
One guy says he was on-stand one morning when he heard a commotion. He turned around and saw a large buck with a fine rack looking back at him, sort of "over the shoulder". The guy peers through the scope and has nothing but deer butt and deer face, and, reasoning that a headshot would damage the rack and impending mount, shoots the deer, you guessed it, right in the AH. With a 308.
So the deer runs off and the guy and his hunting partners are having a devil of a time finding the thing. Finally they find him, but he had apparently spun around and around and around in a circle, spraying blood all over the woods and probably dying a prolonged, and very painful death. The deer has flopped around so much that pieces of its hide had torn off from flopping on the rocks that protrude out of the earth in so many places in northern Wisconsin. Sickening.
I don't need a deer so badly that I'm going to take an "iffy" shot. Sure, I've wandered around the woods on the following days hating my own guts for passing up a shot, and then going day after day after day seeing nothing. That's deer hunting.
I think we owe the animal a little restraint in taking questionable shots, that's all.