Landon, I have a special saying about this when it comes to duck hunting..... it ain't about the sunrises... never had been.... never will be.....

When we hunt this winter in a tidal timber creek and are standing up againest the old growth forest the river has now taken and you hear out of nowhere the wing on wings whistle of a group of mallard working the spread.... and you look over at Dutch and see him looking straight up watching the birds that we humans cannot see for the dark... and suddenly you feel yourself sink a little tighter to the tree but also tilt your head up to watch yourself.... then hear a splash as one lights in the blocks and then calls herself to the rest of the bunch of come on down....you'll hear me tell Dutch to wait and to sit, because he is ready to go, shooting time be damned..... the duck that landed will jump and quack as she flys off... a few minutes will pass and the alarm goes off..... legal shooting time..... no sooner than that and you'll hear more wings....this time you can see them... three ducks, little more than black footballs with quick moving wings.... they work once overhead and fly up the creek.... I'll cut loose a quick comeback on the call and see the birds turn and they'll whip back down the creek, circling to get downwind.... I'll tell Dutch to stay again as I click the safety off, because he KNOWS what that sound means..... get ready.... three seconds later they appear again drifting in 20 feet off the water..... they lean their heads forward and go into a hover and nobody can stand it any longer..... 'kill'em y'all'......

I do understand bowhunting, and I love it, but I'm not as ate up with it as you are. I guess you'd probably say that you live for the moments from the time you first see a shooter to the very instant before you loose the arrow.... because I live for the moments from when the birds first work until the gun hits my shoulder... or you could say from when the safety goes off until Dutch brings the duck to hand. Sunrises and hearing turkeys tree call from the roost and breakfast in the blind and all that good stuff are great in their own right... but I can watch the sunrise from the comfort of my back porch and have a hot breakfast in the kitchen rather than mt. dew and cold poptarts in the mud.

So basically, yes... the whole damn lot of us are crazy in our own special ways.