I bought a wheelie bow for my oldest son and he wanted me to try it out for him. I don't know squat about wheelies and don't want to, but I shot a few arrows at my foam target. I wasn't sure which pin to use. Apparently I picked the wrong one because I whacked the folding stool I had the target sitting on. It hit the metal leg attachment piece just right and snapped a nice carbon arrow right in half.
I put the damn thing in the case and haven't touched it since. He's going to have to figure it out for himself.
My daughter is right handed and left eye dominant. Once in a while that left eye takes over and she launches one past the target, past the 4 x 8 plywood and carpet backstop, and into the garage wall. The dog kennel used to sit behind that wall, so the holes didn't show. The dog died, so we gave the kennel away...then I had to explain to the wife how those holes got there.
Once, when I was a kid...long, long ago...I was out stump shooting in my grandpa's timber. All I had at the time were some cheap wooden arrows of unknown spine with field points on them and my 45# recurve that I had built in shop class a few weeks before during my freshman year in high school. It was in the spring, so I was hunting mushrooms and stumping along when a cottontail jumped up and ran up the hill in front of me. I drew on him with no intention of shooting because it was obviously out of season, and he was quickly way beyond my "effective" range. He stopped about 40 yards away and suddenly an arrow was arcing through the air. It smacked him right in the back of the head! I could probably fling arrows until doomsday and never duplicate that shot. I don't know whether it was lucky or unlucky, but I think I was more surprised than the rabbit was.