My first archery deer was smaller than my golden retriever.
Another time I had a doe and button buck come into a plot, and knew I didn't want to shoot the buck. Three more does show up, and it turns into some sort of clown car doe fight. I wanted to take a doe, so when things settled down I had one 10 yards from my tree, head down behind a tree feeding. Shot it. Hit it in the spine. It fell down and started spinning in circles screaming. Realized it was the button buck. Put another arrow into its chest. Center punched it but clearly didn't hit anything important. Still screaming. Last arrow right next to the second one, same. Out of arrows, and realized I had not brought a knife with since I was hunting just a few hundred yards behind my cabin. Ran to the cabin, grabbed a buck knife, and came back. Still alive, but not screaming. Finished it off with the buck knife, and dragged my highly punctured button buck back to the garage.