Sunday evening, I had a large doe work her way through a corn field till she popped out of the end row about 22 yards or so from me. I took my time checked my gap in my peripheral and let go of the first arrow in three years out of my traditional bow in a hunting situation. (I fell off the wagon and picked up some wheels for a little bit). At first glance I thought it was going to be too low, but she dropped right into it perfectly. My confidence is up and I am ready to hit the woods again in search of something with handles on its head.