Couple of summers ago I was in the backyard when I heard my neighbor screaming my name. I ran to her front yard where she is struggling to restrain her large labrador from the mangiest coon you'd ever seen. Stick thin, bald in places and milky white eyes, just standing in her driveway at about 10 yards "looking" at us.
"It doesn't look right," she said, "should we call the police?"
"Nah, let's not waste their time," I replied, "I'll be right back".
A minute later with my longbow and one Snuffer tipped arrow I found the coon now standing in the street. Another female neighbor had heard the shouts and came over so now I had the opportunity to save the day infront of two witnesses.
I nocked the arrow and walked to within 10 yards of the coon, positioning myself so that the inevitable "passthough" would go harmlessly into the far woods. As I drew I reminded myself to still pick a spot even though this was the archery equivalent of fish in a barrel. Years of practice and thousands of arrows resulted in a clean miss of such a wide margin that my neighbor actually started to laugh a bit.
With shattered ego I retrieved my arrow, nocked the dirt off the broadhead, and did the only thing I thought made any sense... I walked up closer.
Perfect shot.
That's the strangest animal I've ever taken with my bow, and also the one story that keeps getting repeated at the neighborhood block parties.