I agree with you about the sable. Bad situation to put yourself in. But we all have our not so good shots.
I called a bull elk in, stuck him to the fletching through both lungs and never found him. I was crushed and didn’t hunt any more that season. I knew he died, but I never found him. The next year a hunter had found a skull and horns and had it on a picnic table at his camp. Yes, it was mine. The hunter wasn’t around, so I just took a picture and left it.
Then I severed all 4 tendons in my right shoulder and couldn’t draw a bow. Never bow hunted anything again.