One evening on a year with poor mast I was hunting over a food plot and deer started showing up. I started shooting...and missing, till I ran out of arrows. By that time it was dark enough to quit, and I walked out, with an empty quiver.
Next AM I slept in and went back for the shafts, took bamawife w/ me.
All those bright fletches were scatterd around that green clover field.
She says................."Looks like a flower garden"!