The first deer I ever took with a bow had a wierd story behind it. I was sitting on the ground with my dad and a doe and button buck came out in front of us. The button buck came to about 10 yards and stopped. When I drew back, something snapped in my release. When I got about half way drawn back the arrow flew off the string and without aiming lobbed into the field while hitting the button buck in the spine dropping him instantly.