I have had three. One was me trying to shoot three under and I lifted the arrow off the shelf. Missed my garage and stuck the arrow between the the second floor windows of my house.
Back in 1966, they were turning highway 75 into a four lane through town. I wanted to see if a long skinny four blade with a nylon ferrule could penetrate as good as a Bowlo. I taped up a Sears catalog, propped it up with a stick and paced off 24 yards. I stuck one of each into the catalog, they must have made catalogs big in those days. I set it all back straight and a real know it all cement truck driver from Sioux City, walked over and informed me that a real man holds the bow back for three seconds and that I was a snap shooter because I let go in one second. I handed him my bow and a target arrow, he missed. I handed him another arrow, he missed again and declared my Pearson Gamester a piece of chunk. He left.
I shot the Bowlo again, thunk into the catalog. Then I shot the four blade, the catalog was leaning back a bit. The arrow jumped into the air, flew over the high lines that ran down the alley, 30 yards past my target. I panicked, oh no it is going to land on Mean Oldlady Vamorrow's house. No wait it may be short. Oh no! MOV is going into her house, she will see it.
Right when she was closing her aluminum door, the arrow hit the cross bar of her clothesline. Chink bang, the arrow was sticking four inches under the glass, in her aluminum door. I raced up to pull it out and door opened and she looked around and closed the door. I gained a few more yards and the door opened again, this time she saw the arrow and about had a stroke. I told her how it all happened, she was so relieved that I was not trying to shoot her that she said "accidents will happen." She did not want me to fix the door, but that broadhead hole remained for twenty years until someone else owned the house.
The third one? Let's just say that 1968 Chevy Impalas that are parked clear across a large gravel parking lot can hold a lot of gasoline, and they can pee like a cat for twenty minutes when you hit 'em right.