Years ago, I shot the biggest deer I'd ever seen in the wild. I was hunting on LBL. I had walked in blind, before daylight, and simply climbed up. I had looked at a topo map and aerial photos of an area that seemed like it may be a travel corridor for a cruising buck. It was late October. The daytime temperatures were in the low 50's, with night time lows in the upper 30's. I missed my mark when I walked in. I needed to be 20-25 yards to the east of the tree that I had climbed. As daylight broke, I realized the shot I had anticipated was closer to 50 yards. I should have climbed down, and moved closer. I started seeing deer around 815. A few does had filtered through, and headed to the pine trees to the east. I was in the wrong tree. I still stayed put. At 850, I saw a buck walking toward the creek crossing that the does had used. For whatever reason, he turned, and started working up that draw. He's going to pass me at 40 yards. I can make that shot. It's going to go down. As he picked his way up the draw, the jitters set in, and then subsided. At 55 yards, I had mentally solidified my plan. He's going to be on this side of the creek, and on this side of the log. A quick click with the range finder tells me he'll be at 40. That was my best opportunity to kill him. At the shot, the lighted nock illuminated. It looked like a laser as it went down range. The emotions were instant. I am going to kill the biggest deer of my life. Impact. It was noticeably loud. I hit, within an inch, of where I was aiming. Thousands of arrows had been shot through that bow. I'd won several 3D tournaments with that bow. It had paid for itself several times over. All of the great days I'd had on the 3D range were paying off in huge dividends with that single shot. After the impact, the deer wheeled away, turned 180, and headed back the way he'd came. I was in complete disbelief. The arrow was angled back into the guts. Impossible. No way. That arrow hit the deer, broadside. He wheeled away at the impact. If anything, the arrow should be angled forward. I lost that deer. Myself, and 3 others went after the deer after a 3 hour wait. He never bedded down, and covered approximately 1,200 yards before we lost blood. I had just experienced my second deer lost to a mechanical broadhead.