Sept 17 1992 at Ft Bragg, NC. Decided to go with a bow and shot 3D's all that spring/summer. 10 days into the season, a spike in velvet browsed his way within range at 30 yards. I drew back once when he was behind a tree and he stayed there too long. I let down and my arrow came off the string and fell to the ground. He alerted for a bit and then went back to browsing. I nocked another arrow and he was at 28 slightly quartering away. Without thought, the arrow was on it's way and it seemed it took forever to get there. It hit right behind the shoulder and he ran about 40 yards and plowed nose first into the ground DRT. When dressing it out, the heart had a perfect 3-blade muzzy hole right through it. Killed 2 more that year and never picked up a gun (ML) again for over 20 years.