True story: in the late 80's we had extra wt doe tags, so I took advantage, eastern CO one cold frosty morning I was headed to my stand just getting light and there was a HUGE doe standing underneath my treestand, so I took a knee nocked an arrow, and as fate would have it she started walking straight at me 30 yds away, had her head down sniffing the frozen grass, at 7 yds I pulled and released, snuffer took her dead center throat 3 inches above bo,ttom of the brisket, she jumped, spun , wobbled 5 yds and fell over dead, end of story? Nope gutted her drug her back 200 yds to the truck, and here comes another truck down county rd, game warden, he slammed on the brakes, mind you its only 30 min. into legal shooting light and Im stand there with dead deer,, he was positive he had a poacher,, she was still steaming, showed him my lic.,,,,good, he looks at the entrance wound , What the hell did you shoot her with? pulled the bloody arrow from my quiver,,, he wasnt buying that,,, young man probably his first season, he was convinced I shot her with a gun, searched my truck, surrounding bushes, no luck no gun, I pointed out the distinct 3 blade hole and how the snuffer compared to said hole, still wasnt buying it, so off to the kill site, blood guts everywhere, back to the truck he finally admitted he had never seen a bow kill befor and that was damn imppressive , I gave him the arrow and broadhead and said keep this, he hung it in his office and we became good friends. Just another snuffer story .