First day last season, September 15th. The weather was about 75, but breezy and partly cloudy. I had done some super scouting and placed a few new stands. I knew this was a good funnel with a few good doe runs forming a travel hub.

About and hour before dark, I turn to my left and I see a nice doe meandering down one of the trails right for my stand. I lift my bow and notice that the quiver is bent at a 45 degree angle. The bracket that held the quiver onto the bow had cracked in two, had to let the doe walk.

Took the quiver off after I was done fuming. Thousands of practice shots last summer and everything was fine---1st day chaos.

Thirty minutes later here comes a doe and 2 fawns, entering into a perfect 15 yards broadside shot. When I had taken the quiver off, I had not re-strung my release. So I reach to put the release on, and I inadvertently stuck my mesh camo glove inbetween the string and release jaw.

I get the baby halfway pulled back and the arrow lauches off, travelling about 20 feet per second and about 10 yards out in front of my stand. The funny part was that it lodged into a small sapling, so the doe never noticed anything, she just jerked her head up and we had a stare down.

So now I' m stuck there holding my bow with my quiver laying on the stand, holding all the arrows. I manage somehow to get a shaft out of the quiver with the doe still in range.

I go to put the arrow on the string, my foot slips and I kick the quiver about 5 yards. If that wasn' t bad enough, I dropped the arrow trying to save the quiver!

Quiver bounces off a large boulder, sending the remaining arrows spewing forth like darts, while the lone arrow I dropped sinks into the muddy earth.

I don' t think those deer knew what the hell happened, but I also have never seen ' em run that fast before either!!!

Fixed the quiver and had multiple opportunities in that area the rest of the season, so now I can look back and laugh. But it took a whole season

S&R