In about 1991, I built a tree stand on a steep bank, near a creek, on the edge of an alfalfa field. I cleared a shooting lane to the bottom of the bank, near the creek. There was a good trail there, and I thought the deer would pass that way. A doe, a yearling, and a fawn came along the top of the bank, to feed on a small patch of red clover, but stopped before they got to my clearing. Than I saw a 4X4 buck coming at a fast trot, about 200 yards away. He got to the patch of clover, and started to feed. He came close to my shooting lane, and just as his head came into the clearing, the neighbors new puppy came running across the field. The does took off, with the dog after them. The buck stood his ground, and just watched the chase. I was at full draw, but couldn't get a shot. I let the bow string down, and stepped to the edge of my stand, so I could get a clear shot. When I drew the bow back, the arrow fell off the string, and went clanging to the ground.