I feel for you,I've had a few issues on public land myself.But this is my opening day experience was on private land,and I never saw another soul. Here's how it came down;
Arrived 6:00 AM to find a coon had crapped 6 different times on my stand.I cleaned it off and took advantage of the cover scent.
About 8:00 a ray of sunshine peaked through the leaves,and fell right on the lower limb of my bow"She's got legs",illuminating a 1" long crack following a ring ,about mid-limb.
While considering running home to get another bow,a fat 6 point walked right under me ,stopped at 6 yards,slightly quartered away.I leaned out and told myself,"don't think about the bow,just draw the arrow and shoot,,DON'T THINK ABOUT THE BOW."
Well, all I thought about was that bow exploding,but , I released the string anyway.
A 6 yard slam dunk!!.that did'nt.My fine cane arrow sailed right over his withers,hit a root ,and you guessed it ,broke. "Legs "did'nt break,and I took her home and put a band-aid on her.She's all right ,and ready to hunt again. Now ,Ive just got to get over missin' a "sure thing" shot. God Bless