Scary stuff. I used to walk around with an arrow nocked all the time. One time, the tip snagged a small branch and flew in front of me. I didn't see where it went until I walked right into it, blade facing up. The broadhead sliced right through my pants between my thigh and family jewels. Not only have I never walked with a nocked arrow again, I sewed up those pants and wore them for many years as a reminder of what can go wrong. Let's be careful out there guys. There aren't as many of us as there should be.