About 10 years ago, our first year on our very own hunting land! We hadn't had a chance to place stands or anything so I was sitting on the ground on the curve of a trail coming from a field. A does comes down the trail and offers a shot @ about 20 yards. So I draw and shoot. I miss by about 6 inches left in front of her. Crap..

She runs back down the trail and stops. Couple minutes later she comes back to the exact same spot!

So I draw and shoot again it misses her by about a foot this time, again left in front of her.She runs back down the trail again.WTF?

I was a pretty good shot then and nothing was deflecting the arrow. So I'm checking my arrows, my jacket to see if its in the way. I had just practiced that afternoon, everything is good.
Needless to say the doe was a little spooky. For what ever reason, she came back again to the SAME SPOT! No Joke..

So now I am ready and fire my last arrow. The arrowmisses her again, but instead of missing her in front, this time it goes behind her rump to the right by a foot (so I missed the mark by about 4 or 5 feet). This time she's had enough and disappears.

At this point I am just livid. I just could not figure out what was wrong. It didn't make any sense why I was missing to the left the first two shots and then on the third shot I missed to the right by almost 4 feet..
So I inspect by bow to see if the peep sight moved. nope, String looks good. Arrow rest look normal. Then I tap my sight and it slides out and drops to the ground. It must have loosened up on the ride over or something and chose a terrible time let me know it needed to be tightened.
I couldn't find the arrows in the brush with the sun setting, so I just sat there on the ground for about an hour until the sun went down, with my sightless & arrowless bow, stewing over my missed opportunity(s). Arms crossed and grumpy!!

Well wouldn't you know it, about 15 minutes after the doefinally left, a nice 6 pointer came down that same trail and stoppedabout a foot from where the doe had stood for my shots. He looked at me for a little bit, & I swear I saw him smile at me (if deer can smile). He just calmly kept walking up the trail, occasionally glancing at me, not a care in the world, mocking me.

I can imagine it was a funny site, me sitting on the ground w/ no arrows, no sights, and very angry.

My dad got a good kick from that story.. uggghhhh. Im just glad I didnt' end up wounding her in some way. Not funny at the time, but looking back, it sure is funny to me.
PS. I have checked my sights before I head out for a hunt everytimesince then, I doubt I'll ever stop that practice...