Got a shot off myself last weekend. I've seen the same little bugger three weeks in a row blow through the same bedding area spooking all the deer at around the same time every morning. This time i knew the does weren't around and he hit the old mineral lick and stopped long enough for me to draw a bead on him. It was my first time dumping the string on anything other than the target and man, was that different! He jumped up, did a 180 and took off the way he'd come at a full sprint. I had a good chuckle, but five minutes later that little snot snuck back in and was trying to figure out what happened. This time I thought I took a litlte more time but i shot right under his chest and he took off, kind of holding one leg up. That didn't make much sense to me at the time. I had to get the binocs to find my second arrow and I realized that the first one had deflected on some pencil thin underbrush and had gone into the ground a little more vertical. When I finally collected the arrows I put the first one in my mouth while i worked the second one carefully out of the ground. Mistake... coyotes taste nasty. Piecing things together going back, the deflection flicked the first arrow back enough where I must have nicked his back leg. Evidentnly it didn't slow him down much though b/c he just jogged off after the 2nd miss, blew through the bedding area and out into the cornfield and hit the scent trail where all the does and yearlings had been a few hours earlier and headed south the way they went. I hope he's ok, I want him to come back by for another visit this weekend. But not as much as the two bobcats I saw a few weeks ago! Furbearers opened today.