Mine was a 3 point in October 1991 and I was 13 years old. I was using an old Darton bow with Satellite broad heads. I was in an old permanent wooden stand built into the forks of a large Live Oak that had a heavy acorn crop pretty much every year. Shortly after daylight the buck made his way to the tree from some planted pines and got to within about 12 steps. I had missed a couple already that year and remember Dad telling me to quit aiming at the "deer" and pick out a single hair to aim at. Once he got broadside and I picked out a ruffled hair and released. The arrow buried up to the fletching right where I'd aimed behind the shoulder. The deer ended up running a couple hundred yards so dad, my brothers, and I got another good hunt in trailing him.