When I was fourteen I remember drawing down on a spike buck. Then a mystical thing happened, I woke up and realized I had shot a deer. Two other times come to mind experiencing a mystical blackout right before the shot. I try to keep myself detached from the situation to avoid buck fever, empty my mind from all the chatter that happens at once,(what will it cost to mount it? how close can I get the truck? is there room in the freezer? is that twig in the way? am I still breathing? did the wind just change direction?etc.). I think I know why you asked the question and want to thank you for making me remember some beautiful times.