Two years ago I wounded two of the biggest bucks we had on our property. Hit one in the shoulder at thirty three yards and hit one in the ribs and deflected up into the shoulder at seventeen yards. Both with the rage broadhead but that's a different story. I took myself out of the woods and hung the bow up. It was pre rut and I was sick to my stomach for doing that. My father was upset and happy at the same time. Upset only because we watched those bucks on our property for a couple of years and knew they weren't returning and happy that I had enough sense to call it quits. Everybody makes mistakes and we learn from them.