About 25 years ago I bought an old bow from a friend, don't know what kind of bow. We shot in the yard for a few weeks before season and started pouring out some corn. Opening day it was about
96 degrees when I got in the stand. Mosquito's ate me up. Just before dark an old doe walked in and when she was almost 1/4 to me she saw me up in the tree. I shot at the point of the shoulder and she took off. I waited a few minutes and the skeeters really started eating so I went on the blood trail. I finally found her about a quarter mile away in an old cut over. I got her to the truck, hauled her to my friends house, gave him the deer and never shot another arrow. One shot, one deer, never more.