The odd one or three. Something one comes to expect just when a bows sorted and at its best. Trying to break the latest lovely but it won’t play nice. Winced, expecting more pain the other night, when a nock disintegrated. Fortunately it was only a diaper disposal moment. Might have to try a large fire cracker to replicate the overall pain, noise and shock value that could strike anywhere between the head and knees. Uncanny, with the energy spent, the arrow often just drops at ones feet.