Way back when I was in grade school, I received a 35 lb fiberglass longbow and 1/2 dozen arrows for Christmas. Man, was I hyped! I dress up and went hunting in the best place I knew: right in-between the apartment buildings we lived in.
I quickly spotted a big grey squirrel and took the shot. Just so happens that the night before it had snowed, then rained, then froze. My arrow missed the squirrel (of course) and skipped a few times and hit the lower portion of a neighbor's screen door with bang! I hid for a few minutes, and when nobody showed (it was still pretty early in the morning), I low crawled under several windows, retrieved my arrow, low crawled back out and called it a day.