I don't have a pic handy...
November 10, 1982. Three came by, I shot two. Dad called our county WO immediately. He allowed me to keep the doe, the trophy 4 point buck went with him. It took quite a while to get out from under that shadow. Dad threatened to only allow me to carry one arrow for several years afterward. Heck, I thought the first one might have been a miss...
I never forgot the lessons those two mad ol men taught me that day!
Killed 'em with an Indian compound, 50lb draw. Bear 2117 arrows, Kolpin broadheads. Absolute junk equipment but the deer didn't know that.