Several years ago I could see the hand writing on the wall. All my friends had bought new Parker bows and were shooting very fast and they were using a 50 yd. pin. I shoot a 31& 1/2 arrow at 75 lb. draw. 2514 alum. they looked like logs compared to their carbon arrows.My old Point Blank shot hard but after 28 yds it dropped like a rock using the keller pendulum. I could not afford a new bow, so I decided to go to carbon arrows. I bought 1 doz. carbon arrows, thinking I would practice with six and hunt with six. My son was practicing with me some so we went together and bought six box targets.We put up a lock-on stand in a big pine about 25' up, and used a ladder to get in the stand. When he was shooting everything went great. One in the stand shooting the other fetching arrows. We meausured from the tree and had targets at different ranges and angles one even behind the tree so you could practice having to shoot around the tree. One evening my son had to work late so I was shooting alone. I got tried of climbing up and down that ladder after six shots so I decided to use all 12 of my arrows. I failed to tell you our range was in my pasture where I had about 15 nanny goats. This one evening the goats seeing me in the tree decided they would check things out. When they came around at first I hollered at them trying to scare them away. If any of you have goats you know they seldom do what you want them to. Then I thought a large nanny is about the same size as a large doe, and the yearling nannys were close to the size of a yearling doe. I can watch the goats at different marked ranges and this might help me get my eye back for judging distances. Things went good for awhile. I would shoot and watch the goats at different distances. I was wearing the 35 yd target out had shot all my arrows and was watching the goats graze and enjoying the last light of day sitting in my stand almost ready to call it quits. This big nanny I called the boss bitch because of the way she treated the others walked up to the 35 yd target that had my new dozen carbon arrows in it and started biting the fletchings. I hollered at her and she raked her horns across the shaft and broke my arrow. She must have thought that was fun because she looked at me and then she broke another one. I started down the ladder as fast as I could hearing my arrows snapping off as I ran. When I got to my target all my carbon arrows were broken, laying at the bottom of the target looking like crossbow bolts. The boss bitch just stood there looking at me with this how do you like that fat boy look on her face and then turned and trotted toward the goat shed all the others trotting behind her. At this point she best be glad I didn't have any arrows.