The young doe was feeding broadside and unaware of my presence 39 yards away from the tip of my sharp broadhead. At the time, my 60-pound Hoyt HavocTec drew buttery smooth, and I was practically tasting grilled steak as I settled my 40-yard pin low on her chest. I executed a great shot.
As if rocketed from a canon, the doe was already running away when my arrow drove harmlessly into dirt directly beyond where her lungs were when I shot. She’d been so calm and seemed so intent on feeding that I found her explosive reaction quite bewildering.