3 years ago. I had bowhunted several years, but never even drawn back, let alone deployed an arrow. Anyway, we head down to our farm, and my buddy tells me he has been seeing lots of deer in a particular stand, and that I should sit there. OK. Sounds good to me. I sit there about 2 hours, and the woods opens up. I mean, there are deer everywhere. Between shaking, a heart attack, and shutting my eyes, ( [&:]) I counted 21 deer of various ages, and sizes. At this point, all were does, but I don't care. Well, I wait patiently for what seems like forever to get a good shot at one without 20 others looking around. Finally, a 20 yard, broadside, not looking, not moving shot. I get drawn back, settled in, calmed down, and release. Right over her back. About that time, they all look up and to my left, so I look left, and 2 bucks are coming down the hill across the ridge, heading right for us. Holy cow. The shakes start all over again. The first blows right by, but I get the second to stop. I shoot, he jumps the string, arrow glances off of his back, he runs full speed, and the last I saw, he was upside down broadside smack into a tree. But, he must have tripped or something, because I know I missed. Longer story short, I emptied my quiver, all 6 arrows in the next 1/2 hour, and never a hit.

I don't know if that was my worst day, or my best day. I have never before seen that many deer in one spot before. Let alone shoot at six of them at one time. But since then, I have take my paractice much more seriously. [8D]