The smell of the woods in the fall. Can you smell it now?
The color of a deers winter coat against a new snowfall.
The endless scoutingand locating that perfect stand site.
The anticipation of that first glimpse. Is he the one?
The euphoria of a well placed arrow.
The gut wrenching low of a missed oppertunity.
The crisp morning air.
Why? you ask, thats simple. BecauseI'm alive again!