My last miss was fortunate. I shot at a deer that was nearly under my stand and I rushed the shot. The deer behind it walked right behind it and stopped to smell the feathers on the arrow and gave me a perfect opportunity to make a nice hit. I was able to watch him walk away and lay down while the one I missed and two others that appeared on the scene walked around below me. The two arrows that I shot were not even 10 yards from my stand and about three feet apart. One was clean and the other one had a curve to it and covered in blood. The little buck that came walking in from behind me smelled the feathers on the bloody arrow and jumped back and ran a couple of yards and then walked around.