The answer is a definitive YES. Just wish I had a pic to prove it!
Two years ago, I climbed out of my ladder stand and left my quiver and daypack on the ground, walking about 100 yards away to look down the hill towards the creek bottom where a new sewer line was being installed. I started glassing the temporary bridge and the clearcuts with my binos and suddenly spotted a 140 class 10-pointer about 125 yards away.
I should have stopped right then and there, made my way slowly back to my stand (where I had a doe decoy set up) and tried calling then, but I didn't think before I acted. I pulled out my Quaker Boy "Bleat-N-Heat" can and called once. The buck stopped and started looking around in my general direction. I called again, he jumped over a small feeder stream and started marching straight up the hillside.
Now I'm stuck with nowhere to go. I got down on my knees and tried to set up as best as I could, but he had a choice of two trails to come up so I knelt in a fashion that hopefully would give me a shot no matter which trail he came up. I saw his antlers bobbing up and down as he made his way up to me.
At 17 yards he turned to his right (my left), giving me a shot that was 90% broadside (maybe slightly quartering-to but nothing to worry about). I came to full draw, settled the pin in the crease behind his shoulder and squeezed the trigger on my Mongoose.
At the instant the bow fired the arrow I heard a sound like a telephone book being ripped in half. The buck trotted off about ten yards, stopped for a minute or so, and ambled away. I called my friend on my cell and told him to meet me so we could trail the big ten point.
I waited an hour for Mark to show up, leaving my bow at the sight of the shot. We made our way back and I had Mark walk to the spot the buck was standing, and while he could see disturbed ground from the buck's hooves, there was no hair, blood or any other sign of a hit. The arrow continued downhill at least 70-80 yards and was lost. But I could follow his tracks in the mud and I trailed him at least 175 yards and he showed absolutely zero signs of a hit. It was a clean miss.............at 17 yards.
It was a cold November day and I was wearing my insulated coveralls, so I'm guessing the fletching hit my bow arm sleeve, although I felt nothing.
So while it was exciting watching him come to the can, I was devastated.
