I met a guy at the range one day to sell him a bow. After the deal was done and he'd left, I decided to do a little bit of shooting. No one was around so I took a couple shots at a distant bale from an unauthorized spot. The first shot was way low and disappeared under the bale. Second and third were right on so I wandered over to get my arrows.
After pulling the arrows on the target I looked for that first one that went low. I couldn't see it sticking out from the front so I looked behind the target. I saw the point poking out back there and it was moving back and forth slowly. With a sinking feeling I pulled the arrow out by the point, wondering what the weight I felt was going to be.
When I finally got the arrow all the way out there was a huge rat on the shaft up by the fletching. I'd center punched him in the gut.
I didn't really feel bad about killing the rat, but I could just imagine him sitting under those hay bales, maybe wondering what he was going to do with his day, when I suddenly decided for him that it wasn't going to be a good day after all.
Guy