My buck of last year was ten yards broadside and after I shot he just stood there. I was shaking so bad that I could hardly nock another arrow let alone shoot. I thought I missed, AT TEN YARDS. The rollercoaster of emotions after that shot were incredible. He finally saw me move and took off trotting but againI thought I missed. So I got down and found my arrow soaked with blood and found him dead at 50 yards. Went through his lungs heart and part of his liver. Didn't even know what hit him.