Me too! My wife gets annoyed with me when we're driving together in the car because I'm constantly glancing at the fields looking for deer. I take the long way home just so I can drive by the good deer fields. I always havea shining light and binoculars riding shotgun.

I cannot walk anywhere without guessing the yardage and then pacing it off to see if I was right. When I walk upstairs, I imagine I'm inmy treestand, look at the bottom of the steps, and bend at the waist. When I'm on the toilet I'm reading a hunting mag. When I'm on the computer, I'm on Huntingnet. I hang my bows in the living room just to be closer to them. They are the most beautiful piece of art in the house. I've trimmed shooting lanes in the trees in my backyard. My lawn is worn from all the trips back and forth to the bag target.

There's not 5 minutes that goes buy without bowhunting crossing my mind somehow. If I see a dog, Iimagine it's a deer andstare at the shoulder picking "the spot" (don't worry I'd never shoot a dog!). When I shave, I think about my broadheads andif they are sharper than my razor. I could go on and on but you get the point. You are not alone!