My first nine years of bow hunting was on the ground, so I have been lucky enough to kill many from that position. My favorite story was a Thanksgiving morning I took my two youngest daughters with me. I had one sitting beside each leg in heavy camo coats while I stood watching a doe trail. About half hour after first light I see a doe comming and draw. When it gets in front of us I let it fly. Well sure enough I hit her high and she falls right there in front of my girls flopping and squalling. Going from hero to zero I quicklyadded a follow up arrow. It gets better. This fine shot was all of 12 yards away. Right after the second shot I hear a grunt and sure enough a buck is comming up the same trail. I whisper to the girls a buck is comming. This buck stops right behind the doethen walks between her andus putting him at litterally 5 yards away from me and my girls. Its a basket rack 8 prolly going 200 lbs. My girls have a death grip on my legs and this buck isn't moving. I peek down at each girl and I tell you I have never seen eyes so big. This bucks wondering why this doe isn't moving along. Well after atleast a couple minutesof terrifying torture on the girls I let out a holler and that buck jumped over the moon. A once in a lifetime expierence we will never forget. I'm gutting this doe and in a moment that would make any red neck daddy proud my youngest ask "Daddy, when your done can we go to Mcdonalds?"Thats my girl right there.