I love the weeks before bowhunting starts. Getting ready for it and dying to get up in your stand and hunt. I became great friends with my dad and uncles at deer camp and i wouldnt give it up for anything in the world. I love the excitement of seeing my first deer of the year when im in my treestand. I love the smell of the woods and the fresh air in my lungs. I love when my heart starts pounding when i grab my bow when i see a buck. I love wtching the other animals run around and get ready for winter and the peace and quiet of being alone in the woods just thinking and watching. I love it when the people closest to me get as excited as i do when i shoot a deer. I love hunting