Many, many moons ago I was archery hunting. On the ground next to a big oak tree. At first light I could see a deer working toward me. As it got closer I could see it was a little forkhorn.
As he got to about 15 yds he turned broadside and put his head down to I guess grab an acorn. I eased up the recurve (this was even before compounds) drew and let er fly. The little buck fell right down then got up scrambling for distance. I thought to my self 'looks like I got me a nice fat little farm buck". I sat down and lit a smoke (back when I didn't know any better) and relaxed until it got good and light. After about 20 mins I gathered up my stuff and headed to where the buck stood. After about 10 steps I almost walked right into my arrow. The Bear razorhead was center punched into a 1/2" branch that I never saw in the low light. The arrow never reached the deer. All I ate that year was humble pie.