My most deadly shot came with a bow - on a white tail deer. I was in a tree and she was walking away from me and it was the last day of the season - Thanksgiving 1970. I shot too high and she heard it and threw her head up at the wrong time and caught the arrow in the back base of her skull. Crumpled right on the spot.

Loaded the doe up in my truck and brought it home. My wife saw it and started vomiting. June of next year we had a baby girl. My wife says "don't bring deer home anymore".