Besides the bothersome mosquitoes, the plan worked just right, and pretty soon a doe fed toward me. A little too toward me. By the time I got my bow ready, she was about 10 paces and coming face on. I looked for a quartering shot, but she was close enough that I chanced a straight-on shot. It was good. The broadhead cut her windpipe and her jugular and anchored in her spine. She dropped in her tracks and bled out nearly at my feet. I nocked another arrow and waited for the remaining deer in the field to settle.