North of Ames Iowa, along the Skunk River. I would still hunt to the end of the property, take a shot across a bog at a badger dig walk around the little bog and work my way back. One day a very large buck was standing on my badger dig, I shot him. A rather heavy longbow, a 2117 with a Wasp 3 blade,(they just came out and I got them for free). One blade broke off at entry, one stuck to a rib and about a third of the last blade hung on and went through the heart. The arrow fell out the far side when the buck made two leaps and went down. Approximately 72 yards, at least that is how many captain may I style giant steps it took to cross the muddy little bog. The buck dressed out to 242 pounds on the scale my neighbor had, including the heart and liver.