There we were, camped out in a Polaris Ranger camoed out with burlap(works great). When out strode a big fat doe at 40 yards. I square her up in the scope, adjusting to miss the bobwire fence, BANG! "You missed her!" "No I didn't, I was right on her!" "You hit right at her feet!" I peer through the scope again and see the broke fence bouncing. (It gets better) We climb under the fence and check the feeder, which had another fence around it to keep the cattle out and there is another broke strand! Not one but 2 broke fences to fix. Lesson learned, 200 yard zero requires some fancy math at 40 yards. Luckiest doe ever. 6.5 120g TSX just in case you were wondering.