In the late eighties around FT Stewart a good mature buck would have the average size of a German Shepard. I shot a 9 point that was an old, grey faced, sway backed, pot bellied 83 pound monster that couldn’t even break my aluminum arrow that had bounced off his opposite shoulder hard enough it was still sticking out both sides.
I felt sorry for the poor old bastard hopping around blowing blood out. The arrow had gone through the back edge of one shoulder socket and the very front edge of the other